In fact, the soldiers of the Pingnan Army did not need to get to the front at all. They had all seen it up close as they carried the bodies.

The arrows were barely worn. At first glance, it is a new arrow that has not been used a few times.

"Oh, why do the little brothers of the Golden Ghost Camp keep their heads down and don't speak?" Jiang Linglong provoked trouble at the right time, looking like she didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, "Didn't you think about today when you started?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Someone in the camp couldn't stand it anymore, and pointed at Jiang Linglong and shouted, "I didn't know it was them in advance!" ”

The whole army was in an uproar.

"Don't know?" She said coldly, "Even if your battalion leader, your captain, and even your general have never clearly said who killed this mission, how can you not know who is camping in the south of the city?" The battle of 30,000 people, you tell me that you don't know? She pressed forward step by step, leaving no room for anything, "You clearly guessed, but you still moved." Why?! Does the so-called righteousness include the slaughter of one's own pioneer brothers? ”

30,000 people, equivalent to a small town. To kill, there must also be a slaughter order.

"Since when did you, like Zhao Chong, become cold-blooded and indifferent to right and wrong? Or do you think that if Zhao Chong is the king, each of you can be crowned? ”

"He can kill the Red Ghost Camp today, and he can kill you tomorrow."

"Thirty thousand?"

"He doesn't even care about the lives of 300,000 innocent people!"

The moonlight was obscured by the floating stratus clouds as he spoke, and the castle tower became more and more brightly lit. The thin woman, upstairs and indignant, her thin body, trembling with anger under the torch and oil lamp, completely devoid of the carelessness of the party.

"The Golden Ghost Battalion, the Xuan Ghost Battalion, is Zhao Chongming's private soldier, right?"

"But you touch your conscience, are you all surnamed Zhao?!"

"Oh, no." She was suddenly stunned, as if she had figured it out, swept over the military horses under the city, ignored Zhao Chong's angry face, and replied to herself in disappointment, "You have long lost your conscience." ”

This sentence pierced the hearts of many people.

When the corpses were moved in the morning, many soldiers in the Qingying camp were reminded by them not to drink ginger soup.

This reminder out of guilt is now revealing the evil deeds committed by the Golden Ghost Camp on the outskirts of the southern part of the city.

They knew it from the beginning!

The two battalions of cavalry and infantry that followed the golden ghost camp in the south of the city subconsciously straightened their posture and clenched the weapons in their hands.

The cold wind howled, and they seemed to be in the abyss.

Most of the Pingnan army had realized that there was no way out of retreat in front of them and behind them.

Because it's a fact that they are rebels.

Take a step back, and they will inherit the punishment of the nine tribes.

But further, it is to step on the blood of the people and innocent soldiers to achieve a tyrant who treats human life like a mustard.

Right now, it's a dilemma.

Some people dare to be angry but dare not speak.

Some people are poured out of their enthusiasm through their hearts.

The morale of the army has been dispersed.

Zhao Chong calculated in his heart, not counting the two camps of Jin Xuan, how many people he could order, and how many chances of winning.

He wasn't afraid.

As Jiang Linglong said, he still has many internal and private soldiers in the city.

"Don't think about it, old man."

Zhao Chong raised his head suddenly.

Jiang Linglong's cold eyes looked at him, ruthless, indifferent, but unusually calm.

Under the south city gate, the sound of shackles sounded. As far as Ping Nanjun could see, prisoners in prison uniforms were strung together with their hands and feet shackled, and walked towards them side by side. A total of three rows were walked, a total of thirty.

Most of them are men.

There are also one or two middle-aged women.

Su Jinwu walked at the front of the line with a sword in his hand. Three rows later, there was a row of big men in coarse cotton jackets and machetes. There were exactly ten people in a row, and they followed behind with solemn faces.

The thirty people lowered their heads and followed Su Jinwu and walked to Zhao Chong.

"See clearly. Do you know these people? ”

Zhao Chong's face had already been slightly shocked when he saw the person in the middle of the first row.

That was the first private soldier he had put into Luohe.

"These private soldiers have had the lives of Luohe people on their hands over the years." A voice came from the loudspeaker overhead, far away and surrounding, "There are many more, in the Ganyuan Temple of Luohe." ”

"I'm a female streamer, and I've never liked to fight and kill."

"You forced me."

She stopped talking, clasped her hands in her sleeves, and stood upright, the pendant under her ear reflecting the firelight.

Under the city, Su Jin said, "Kneel!" ”

The ten men in the first row knelt down.

Some of them are depressed, aware of what is coming, and have no desire to survive.

Someone looked up and glanced at Zhao Chong, hoping that a miracle would happen.

Zhao Chong looked at it without evasion, he knew what Jiang Linglong was going to do, he only blamed these people for their low ability, and after being recognized, they confessed so much information and clues one after another.

Impotent.

Encumbrance.

He looked at them with a little hatred and disdain in his eyes that he hadn't had time to hide.

Seeing people, my heart is cold.

The few people who were originally looking at him were stunned, and lowered their heads in despair and helplessness.

"Executioner hand forward!" Su Jinyu shouted again.

Behind him, a big man in a dark coat stepped forward with a knife and stood behind the prisoners one by one.

"Slash!"

At the sound of an order, ten beams of cold knife light shook people's eyes, and the knife fell in his hand, and the ten human heads brushed to the ground, rolled forward a few times, and stopped in front of the Pingnan army.

The bodies of the ten fell to the ground in the heavy snow.

The color of blood spreads, and it is stained red.

It is no more than cutting people in war, which is a life and death battle, so many people cut off their heads at the same time, through a kind of cruelty like slaughtering livestock, so that everyone can feel the shock and supremacy from the royal power.

With good eyesight, he let out a low breath and pointed to the body of the fallen corpse to the side of his comrades.

These people are carved with flaming totems on the back of their necks.

"I tried to cover it up, and I used two jars of medicine from Dr. He." Su Jinwu pointed at those totems with the tip of his sword, as if he was telling Kuang Yu, and as if he was explaining to Ping Nanjun. He could vaguely see the skin that had risen after using the potion.

Kuang Yu looked up at Jiang Linglong standing on the city tower.

She kept looking down at what was happening in the city, and there was a shock in her eyes.

He withdrew his gaze and continued to look directly at the Pingnan Army.

"Second row, come up!" Su Jinyu was straightforward.

There was a woman in the second row, so frightened that she fell to her knees, and was dragged forward by the executioner, causing the team to move.

In this way, three rows were cut in a row, a total of thirty human heads, and thirty clear flame patterns.

The entire Pingnan Army was silenced.

It seems that private soldiers are real.

"You still want to see Zheng'er." It wasn't until the end of the execution that Jiang Linglong spoke again, and this time, her voice regained its original majesty, which was the innate arrogance of nobles, and the ruthlessness in the reckless nature, "Why? ”