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"Lettermark, die-"

Ruhua's sword light flashed, and a life was gone.

"Lettermark, die-"

Blood continues to splash!

"White sign, live!"

………

………

The cold voice was like a hammer, striking the captive in the heart one after the other.

One life, two lives, three lives, four lives......... Zhu Biao was playing as if he was playing a game, holding the lives of all the captives.

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore.

"Dog officer, if you want to kill, you will kill, how can you practice grandpa!"

It's a pity that it's not yielding. A bearded black charcoal-headed roared angrily, staring at Zhu Biao with round eyes and fire.

"Give grandpa a good time, if you are afraid of death, you will not be a hero!"

"Kill, kill grandpa. If I blink my eyes, I will be my grandson...... "This guy is hysterical." In a word, the three generations of the ancestors have come out together!

"The head has fallen off the bowl and has a big scar, and grandpa is still a good man twenty years later......"

There was no need for Zhu Biao to order, Dou Bing, Yan Qing, and Yan Zi had already brought out all these howling and screaming. "Stupid!" The smile on the corner of Zhu Biao's mouth can cold people's hearts, and the sword light flashed, which was the answer he gave.

Seven human heads fell to the ground, sneering at their necks and spurting blood upward. The passion of the captives that had just been hoisted was immediately extinguished by this basin of ice water.

If you don't make trouble, you can still live tonight, and if you make trouble, you will die immediately. Everyone's gaze at Zhu Biao became even more terrifying. The understatement when he killed made Song Yingzhu and others feel a little frightened.

The queue is lined up. Zhu Biao couldn't walk to the last row. The three of them turned their heads to look at Nangong Yu, Gushan and the others. The corners of his mouth twitched, and the moment he turned around and walked back, the Longquan Sword rolled past the necks of the three people, and the three heads rolled to the ground.

Dead silence permeated the hall at this moment.

The draw continued, with the first squad followed by the second.

The atmosphere in the hall was still so opportunistic, and even several people in the Nangong family were afraid of Zhu Biao's ruthlessness. This kind of temperament that regards human life as nothing, even the most outlaw underworld and evil people do not have. Only a real general, who has killed tens of thousands of enemies and tens of thousands of his subordinates, or directly regarded his thousands of soldiers as a number symbol. They not only regard human life as nothing, but also turn a blind eye to hundreds or thousands of human lives.

Zhu Biao's sword was so fast that the deceased didn't even have time to scream. There were already seven corpses lying on the ground, and aside from the seven corpses outside the ten heads, there were only four people left in the second team in front of Zhu Biao. On his right-hand side, four people in the second team have already won the lottery and survived!

"It's your turn!"

The seventh member of the second team touched the bamboo stick with a trembling hand, but then retracted as violently as if he had been electrified. It should really be the bad luck of the second half of the second team, there are six people drawn in front of them, and four of them are white lots, which means that the four people behind are only one white lot-

Two dead one. The proportions are already large. Now four and three are dead, and the heart of the seventh person is going to suffocate.

"Sign. Die-"

The third body of the second team fell. The remaining three faces are a little better-looking, and the survival ratio has risen from a quarter to a third, and the faces will of course be a little softer.

Man is such a strange creature. When the death of others can bring a ray of life to themselves, everyone will curse others to die.

Zhu Biao took in the changes in everyone's gods, and a smile was already in his heart. Because the consciousness of survival is growing in the hearts of each of the captives, and when it grows to the point where it overwhelms the consciousness of 'loyalty', that is when the captives surrender and betray.

When the pen holder reached the eighth person, Zhu Biao's ears heard it clearly. All three held their breath. Not only the eighth, but also the ninth and tenth looked at the pen holder with wide eyes.

"Lettermark, die-"

Three words are a verdict. "I surrender—" The eighth man's scream was cut in his throat, the sword light swept through his neck, and red blood droplets dripped down the blood groove on the Longquan sword. Zhu Biao looked at the eighth person who fell in a pool of blood, and just said two words softly: "It's late!" ”

If you win a dead lottery and surrender, what if you win a live lot. Will it still surrender? This kind of person Zhu Biao would not want him.

"It's your turn!" The pen holder was in front of the ninth.

The last two of the remaining faces were so white that there was no blood at all, although they were not so frightened that they trembled as if they had lost their souls, but their eyes looked at the last two sticks in the pen holder in a daze. I only felt the cold of death stiffen my whole body.

The hand slowly stretched out to the pen holder, and it was clear that the distance was instantaneous, but the ninth person felt as long as it had endured for years, and it was as tormented. The moment before the finger touched the bamboo stick, it suddenly stopped.

The ninth man lowered his hand and exhaled, "I wish the general, I surrender!" It was as if the mountain on his back had been lifted, and the man showed a relieved lightness.

Zhu Biao smiled brightly......

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Quzhou Prefecture, Guangyang County.

In a quiet courtyard in the middle of the city, there was silence.

Nangong Jing looked at the 100,000 urgent telegram that had just arrived in front of him with trembling hands, and the person suddenly aged ten years old.

Opposite him, sitting was Yue Hua, the chief manager of the Han Metro brand, who had always shown people to hold the image of Zhizhu in his hands, and at this moment, he was also like Nangong Jing, his eyes were red, his eyes were black, and he was unbelievably haggard.

And what kind of intelligence made the two leading figures arranged by the Tang King in the Han land so depressed? That, of course, was the news of the collapse of Eaking Hills.

Nangong Yu, Nangong Qinyin, Nangong Huanliang, Nangong Huang, Nangong Liang, Pingtan, Gushan......

Jīng Hua of the Nangong clan entered, and the three leaders of the Iron Plate Organization also went to two. The defeat of the Beiping City Incident did not make these two people decadent, and the confiscation of Nangong family's property did not make Nangong Jing frown, but now Yue Hua doesn't say it, Nangong Jing really looks like he is in a slump.

"Who is he?"

Pinching the letter to report Nangong Jing was inexplicably sad and indignant, the jīng hua of the whole family. "Could it be the people from Thorn Yang County? But it's not right! ”

In the first battle of Jianyang County, the total number of masters was less than ten. The leader who was suspected of being Zhu Biao, although powerful, could only be on the same level as the two elders of Nangong. Even if Nangong Qinyin and Nangong Huanliang were greatly injured in the battle of Funing Palace, then why didn't Zhu Biao suffer heavy losses in the battle with Yīn Soul True Monarch?

There are more than 200 people in Yijing Villa, of which there are more than 30 who are famous and above. How can you do it in one fell swoop without moving? Even those hiding in secret rooms and secret passages were searched!

This kind of strength in the Northern Han Dynasty is only available to the imperial court, or a strong alliance such as the Wenshu Monastery and the Chaoyang Temple, and there must be an internal response in the villa, at least someone who is familiar with the organ of the villa.

That...... Doesn't it say that there is an inner jiān? Who is Neijiān?

A problem is far from being solved, and a new one has emerged. Nangong Jing shook his head gloomily and shook his head......

"The men and horses led by Lu Liang did not move at all after returning to Beiping City, and it could not be the hand of the Northern Han court. I want to think, I want to think............ It's ......"

"What is it?"

"It's the crown prince, it's the king of Xia, the king of Jin, the king of Zheng, ......" these are the opponents of the Tang king to conquer the world. Recently, the actions of the Tang King on the issue of the northern corner are too obvious, and it is difficult to guarantee that those people will not also send people in......

"No way. How much power does it take to destroy Pleasant Villa? After this force entered the Northern Han Dynasty, how could we not detect it? Nangong Jing stood up, his face bitter and bitter. In the end, the geese were pecked by the geese, and they were pecked more than once. We're just doing things in the shadows......" The tone was sad and sad.

The Nangong family suffered such a heavy loss that it directly knocked out Nangong Jing's mental strength. He has been busy climbing the drilling rig all his life, in order to prosper his family, although he can't say that he has failed, but the loss is too heavy, too heavy to bear! It was his own 'hard work' that buried the entire family jīng ying, how could Nangong Jing stand it?

Yue Hua looked at Nangong Jing's departing back and didn't say a word, and it was useless to persuade him at this time. Wait for a day or two, and after Nangong Jing calms down, he will enlighten him, and then enlighten him, it's okay.

"Have Jiang Qingyan's men arrived?" The fist power is gone, but Yue Hua still has to continue to implement the next plan. Suo xìng's plan didn't use that fist power in the first place.

Cao Bingkun, who was dressed in green clothes, heard the sound and replied outside the door, "Sir, the person has arrived!" ”

This guy originally followed Pingtan's side, but when Beiping retreated, Cao Bingkun and a few companions were transferred out of Pingtan and directly under Yue Hua's subordinates to help him sort out some necessary and unnecessary contexts in Quzhou.

"Then let's do it tonight!" After closing his eyes and being quiet for a long time, when Yue Hua opened his eyes again, he was jīng mangcha shè. "It has to work out tonight—"

Quzhou Thorn History.

Sun Jingming, the assassin, was listening to his subordinates' reports. In the past half a month, the situation of the Northern Han Dynasty has been turbulent and changeable, but Sun Jingming has not received a new edict from the new king, so he must continue to do the old will of the old king.

-- Continue to recruit troops and continue to reorganize and fight.

Originally, there were only about 10,000 county soldiers in Quzhou, but the Quzhou army had expanded to 20,000. Sun Jingming also listened to the construction of Huang Fujian, who had only inspected Quzhou's armaments a few years ago, and ordered all counties to organize people's armies, and the statistics were almost 10,000 people.

It is necessary to eat grain, it is certain to knock on large households, and it is also necessary to raise donations from military and civilian officials and eunuchs in the whole state. Otherwise, with the financial resources of Quzhou today, it will not be possible to expand the regular army by 10,000 and the civilian army by 10,000.

But fortunately, the Nangong family is also reversed. Sun Jingming, who got the news, immediately ordered all counties in the state to seize all the assets of the Nangong family in Quzhou. This windfall, in addition to a few hands up and down, eased the financial crisis in Quzhou.

"Good! At present, I have 30,000 troops in Quzhou and 20,000 in armor. Money, food, and silver are rich, all of which are due to you. When General Huangfu finishes the review next month, the official will play the court, and he will not forget the merits of the princes! ”

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