"You can't do anything to redeem it with death, General Wang is simply the reincarnation of the god of war. Wang Yuan struck the pig iron with a small hammer, and when he heard such heroic deeds, he couldn't help but praise it.

But being in the enemy camp and openly and loudly praising General Wang is nothing more than asking for his own death.

"Ninety-eight, look at what you're hitting!" a half-barbarian voice sounded.

It was a man named Bi Zhizhang, one of the two dog-legged criminals, his face was gloomy, a pair of triangular eyes squeezed out a contemptuous light, and he grabbed the collar of blacksmith ninety-eight with one hand and shouted.

The blacksmith looked panicked, the small hammer in his hand could not hold it and fell, his lips squirmed and distinguished: "The little one is sick, dizzy, and the scimitar has become straight, and I will get it right away." ”

Wang Wenkui, who was numbering the ironware, heard the noise, walked over quickly, looked at the straight knife on the ninety-eighth ironware platform and said, "Brother Bi, forget it, you also need to straighten it at the beginning of building a scimitar, let him fight again." ”

"The surname Wang, don't think that you can give orders to me as a temporary acting battalion officer, this piece of pig iron is about to be beaten into mature iron, and the knife that will be formed after hitting it again will break when it is touched by a strong impact, do you want to deceive me?"

"You know a fart, this piece of iron is quenched and hammered again, and it won't break at all. Wang Wenkui didn't dare to talk back to Sun Rishun, but there was no need to be polite to his dogs, and the two had quarreled before.

After all, he is the second-in-command of the C-word craftsman household camp appointed by the barbarians, and now he is also the number one, and the other party does not give him face, and he also tears his face to count the ball.

"Do you really think it's the boss here? ”

"Then you wait for him to come back, and let me go now!" Wang Wenkui said unceremoniously.

"Don't let go, what can you do to me!" Bi Zhizhang couldn't say anything.

Ninety-eight had been grabbed by his collar for a while, his face was white and blue, and he didn't know whether he was sick or scared, two lines of tears flowed out and dripped on his fingers.

Bi Zhizhang only felt that his fingers were cold, and when he saw tears, he slapped him with his other hand, and said fiercely: "Cheap talent, you dare to sprinkle horse urine on your grandfather's hands, I don't care if I don't clean you up today, I don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has." ”

Another dogleg also came up to him and waved his flag and shouted.

Wang Yuanhuo got up, strode to Bi Zhizhang's side, and said in a deep voice: "Let go of No. 98 and be careful of your skin." ”

Bi Zhizhang's high attitude softened like a full ball being pierced out of a hole.

He rolled his eyes and dropped a sentence: "You wait for me." After speaking, he picked up a straight knife and led his accomplices out of the camp gate.

Shi Keqi leaned over and said, "What kind of thing is this? If he can speak all the barbarian languages, he will definitely not speak Da Han language." Proud of speaking a half-barbarian language, ashamed of speaking Dahan language. ”

"I guess I complained to his master, hmph, his father was pressed to the ground by a barbarian three months ago, and was beaten like a dog moaning, he actually said that he was beaten well, such a dog slave is really rare in the world. Wang Yuan said angrily.

"Wait for the barbarians to come, and you want to make a big fuss?" Shi Keqi said as he looked at him.

"Don't, but don't, we were born guilty, and God punished me with this hard labor to atone for my sins. Without waiting for Wang Yuan to answer, No. 98 was already trembling and rushed to answer.

"Do you think that there is food and clothing here, that they eat wheat and sorghum husks grown by slaves, ground into flour, mixed with some moldy flour and rice husks, and at the end of each month, you can eat some haggis that barbarians do not eat. It's covered with a black quilt made of straw and some kind of cotton, which is too comfortable. ”

"If you do something wrong, you will be injured at least and killed at worst, and this kind of life is enjoyable, right, Ninety-Eight!" Wang Yuan stared at him.

"However, I can barely live, and it is better to live than anything else. Moreover, if one barbarian dies in the camp, the entire camp will be killed. "Ninety-eight lewd road.

"Do you think your life can be saved today?" Wang Wenkui said.

"Hopefully, the master will be gracious. ”

"Hmph" Wang Yuan and Wang Wenkui hummed at the same time, glanced at each other, and walked away.

"Do you have a good way to get out?" said Shi Keqi in a low voice after them.

"If you still need to ask, leave early, last time I sent Wang Hu away exhausted all the arrangements, hey. ”

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After more than a quarter of an hour, Bi Zhizhang led two barbarians to break into the ironcraft room with a fierce attitude.

Before the barbarian could speak, No. 98 was already prostrate on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy: "Please forgive the master, and the sinners will know their crimes." ”

He knew that the matter was not serious, and that he would be whipped twice at most, as was customary.

"You didn't bother to fight that scimitar, are you really guilty?" The barbarian who opened his mouth was none other than the Captain Ten who captured Shi Keqi.

"Yes, yes, beg my master to spare me, a lowly man. ”

There was a dumb sound of "choking", and a scimitar smashed on the ground and broke in two.

"You created such a knife to send my warriors to the battlefield to die? ”

Ninety-eight was dumbfounded, it was a straight knife just now, not this broken scimitar.

must have been dropped by Bi Zhizhang.

"Master, I didn't hit this knife, it turned out to be a straight knife. He kept kowtowing.

"You just admitted it yourself, and you dare to quibble. The ten-captain slowly drew out his iron-clad leather whip and said, "Escort it out to the outside." ”

The space inside was cramped, and one after another the ironware tables were crowded.

Bi Zhizhang looked at Wang Wenkui and Wang Yuan provocatively, and walked out with a big stab twisting the arm of No. 98 with another dog's leg.

"Come out, watch the punishment, I see who has the guts to build this kind of scrap iron. The Ten-Captain roared angrily.

Ninety-eight was paralyzed into a ball of mud and let the two of them go, his mouth whining, as if he didn't even have the strength to cry for mercy.

The whole artisan camp covers an area of about 20 acres, with more than 30 wooden houses surrounding a rectangle, and there is a vacant lot in the middle.

There is a stone platform in the clearing, on which are two wooden crosses more than two meters high.

Bi Zhizhang and his accomplices tied No. 98 to the cross on the right.

The ten-captain carried an iron-clad whip, rushed over with a bang, and slashed his head and face at No. 98.

Blood flowed from Ninety-Eight's head, face, and arms, and everywhere it was whipped with the whip, a crimson liquid flowed out.

He let out a heart-rending cry, and after a dozen lashes, his voice gradually became quieter.

After a few more whips, Ninety-Eight suddenly shouted back to the light: "Help me!"

The ten-man whip shone on his head, and with a thud, everything fell silent.

He carried a blood-dripping whip and looked around at everyone, and a brutal and ferocious aura enveloped the audience, like a giant wolf who chooses people to devour.

Everyone hung their heads, and no one dared to look him in the eye, lest they would be the next target.

Shi Keqi had already obediently hidden in the back of the crowd, and he hid as soon as the Captain Ten came in, for fear that if he was looked at by the barbarians, he would call out and see that the injury was actually good, and it would definitely be another turmoil.

Bi Zhizhang stood about ten meters behind the side of the tenth master, felt that the opportunity had come, and said triumphantly: "Tell the master, and Wang Wenkui and Wang Yuan help No. 98 deceive the master together." ”

It is really the wicked who sue first.

He knew that to tell the truth--- the two of them only threatened him a few words, and the barbarian didn't even bother to ask, and the deception was of a different nature, so he might be able to kill the two of them.

With a "bang", the iron whip was whipped.

"Ah" Bi Zhizhang let out a miserable scream, and the ten-master whipped him on his hand.

Didn't the ten-master know his little tricks, and wanted to take the opportunity to kill these two people, especially Wang Wenkui. If you really want to kill people every day, how many people are still working in the artisan camp? Just maintain enough deterrence.

And killed Wang Wenkui, just relying on Bi Zhizhang, an idiot who can't count on his fingers, can he number and summarize all kinds of iron tools in the craftsman camp neatly?

Literate and capable sinners are far more important than ordinary minions.

The ten-master glared at Wang Wenkui twice, and said: "You do things honestly, I will not treat people who do things badly, if you have two hearts, you will be tied to the cross next time." ”

"If any of you dare to waste iron again, the end will be the same as that of No. 98, and your life is not worth these catties of iron. The ten-captain puffed and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

"What is the king, what is it? Find someone to carry the body away and throw it at the foot of the mountain to the west. He gave the order and left, leaving behind a brute overseer.

Wang Yuan called Shi Keqi to find a simple wooden stretcher, carried the body of No. 98, and followed the barbarian cavalry.

After leaving the barracks and the exit guarded by the barbarians, I walked about a dozen miles and came to the foot of a mountain.

A dry ditch several hundred meters long and several meters wide stretched in front of the two of them.

"Throw the body in the ditch and immediately go back. The barbarian shouted.

The two of them did so honestly, and when they walked out of a hundred meters, the barbarian was still looking at the ditch in a daze.

"Did you see it just now, the long ditch was densely packed with corpses, and it must have been a slave killed by a brute dog. My comrades were slaughtered like pigs and dogs, and one day I will kill these demons. Seeing so many dead people for the first time, Shi Keqi felt a strong desire for revenge in his heart.

"There are several iron mountains and stone mountains over there, and there are tens of thousands of slaves mining and digging stones, and at least a few thousand people died in the pits, most of them were tortured to death. ”

"Do you want to kill that brute and run away?" Shi Keqi asked Wang Yuan's opinion, his eyes rolling towards the barbarian who was no longer in a daze and followed them.

"No, if this barbarian dog dies, Wang Wenkui and Wang Bao, as well as the entire C-word craftsman household camp, will all be killed, and the barbarian's punishment will be extremely cruel. Whenever one of the artisan battalion kills a brute dog, the whole battalion must be buried with him. ”

"It doesn't matter if the others die, they are my brothers and must not die unless we have the ability to save the two of them. Wang Yuan added.

"Oh, forget it, I'll think of something else. ”

Shi Keqi thought as he walked, "What if you kill a dog's leg?"

"You say it's a miscellaneous person surnamed Bi? Then you don't need the whole battalion to accompany the burial, he is also a sinner, if it weren't for his father who made a few small mistakes, he would have been able to enter the Heavenly City to live. If a fight between a sinner and a sinner leads to death, it is enough to pay for one life and one life. ”

"Brother Wang, you also know that I have to go to Zhenyin Temple, but I am worried that I will affect you if I leave. ”

"You can go, if it's convenient, pull the three of us, anyway, I'm tired of being here anyway. ”

"I can think of a way to get the best of both worlds......" Shi Keqi leaned into Wang Yuan's ear and muttered for a while.