Two days later.

Leaving behind by the army again, Ye Yu smiled helplessly.

Looking at the empty streets, he waved a soldier and asked in a friendly voice, "How many people are left in the city who have not woken up?" ”

The soldier clenched his fists and replied, "Lord Ye, there are more than a hundred households. ”

He looked at the soldiers and said curiously, "Are you from Tibet?" ”

Dotumu was slightly stunned, and quickly explained: "No...... No, the little ones are the Wusi Tibetans! ”

Ye Yu nodded lightly, pointed to the square in the city and asked, "Why is it so lively over there?" Is there a celebration? ”

Dotumu's eyes dodged, and he lowered his head and did not answer.

Seeing this, Ye Yu frowned, moved his eyes to Yu Deshui on the side, and asked suspiciously, "Uncle Yu, what are they doing?" ”

Yu Deshui smiled bitterly: "No... I don't know! Wei Chang, General Wu Shen is waiting for you in the City Lord's Mansion, let's go over as soon as possible! ”

Ye Yu pouted, with your performance like this, there is absolutely nothing good over there.

With a dark face, he shouted to Deng Zhen who stayed behind: "Brother Deng, what's going on? ”

Deng Zhen had a bitter face and sighed: "We can't control this matter, it's my father...... It's a rule set by the handsome! ”

Ye Yu was completely confused, and said very puzzled: "What rules?" ”

Deng Zhen replied in a low voice. "The Tubo people in Tianjun City are drawn out of ten ......" Speaking of this, he made a gesture of decapitation.

"Shhh

Ye Yu's face changed, three out of ten would be killed, and the entire Tianjun City would have to kill enough three thousand people.

That's 3,000 living people, not chickens, ducks, cows and sheep.

If he fought on the battlefield, even if tens of thousands of people were killed, he would not feel inappropriate.

But the slaughter of the unarmed people, even if they were Tibetans, was still difficult for him to accept.

"Brother Ye, don't be impulsive! The military order is like a mountain, you can't stop it! Seeing that Ye Yu wanted to rush to the square, Deng Zhen hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Get out of the way!"

Pushing away Deng Zhen who was blocking in front of him, Ye Yu calmed his face, raised his feet and ran towards the square.

……

In the square, two or three thousand Tibetans lined up with their hands tied and waited for the arrival of their swords.

Among them were not only young and strong, but also many old men and women, and even a little bit of a child.

Looking at the Ming army around them in panic, they had a humble and pleading look on their faces.

At this time, under the release of the Ming soldiers, a hundred Tubo people knelt neatly in a row.

"Ready!"

One of the chief officers raised his sword and shouted at the soldiers under his command.

"Boom!"

Hearing the order, a hundred soldiers drew their broadswords in unison and put them on the necks of the Tibetans with expressionless faces.

After doing this, the soldier looked at the general, waiting for the next order.

"Slash!"

"Click!"

With the general order, a hundred heads fell to the ground in an instant.

The strong smell of blood filled the square, changing the faces of the other Tibetans waiting to be tortured.

"Next batch!"

At this time, the middle put away his sword and waved his hand to the other soldiers, signaling them to escort the Tibetans out of the ranks as soon as possible.

In the blink of an eye, another hundred Tubo people were pressed to their knees, looking at the clansmen in front of them.

Their faces turned white, and their minds were so weak that they vomited with a "wow".

"Ready!"

The general see is ready, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rise, he has been fighting on the frontier all year round, and has endless hatred for the barbarians.

Although the killer unarmed person made him a little uncomfortable, the thought of his comrades who had died for no reason suddenly made him murderous.

"Slash!"

"Stop!"

This time, before his words could land, a cold voice resounded in the square.

"Who? Dare to disturb the execution ground? On the high platform of the prisoner, a guerrilla officer stood up and shouted loudly.

Ye Yu, who rushed to the square, frowned, looked at the hundred headless corpses, and his heart suddenly became angry.

The dark green light in his eyes lit up, and he looked coldly at the guerrilla officer on the high platform.

After he woke up, he found that he had been promoted to a seventh-rank spirit before he knew it, which gave him a big headache.

Because at the moment when the spirit was just raised, that charming voice appeared again.

He knew in his heart that this was the sequelae of his rash promotion, and he had to control the frequency of opening the spiritual power in the future, otherwise it was very likely to get out of control.

However, Lingmu Feng's drunken spirit brew is a good thing, if you can get some backup, you can take advantage of that weirdness when you encounter an invincible scene in the future.

"Leaf ...... Ye Wei! What are you doing here? Being pressed by the spiritual momentum, Zhang Guerrilla bent over and asked with difficulty.

Ye Yu pressed his thoughts and said coldly: "They are all ordinary people, can you do it?" ”

Zhang Guerrilla looked at Ye Yu and said with a smile: "Ye Wei! It was an order from Deng Shuai, and the last general was just acting on orders. ”

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that it was for this, and he thought that he had offended Ye Yu somewhere.

Ye Yu waved his hand and shouted angrily: "No matter whose order it is, you are slaughtering!" ”

Guerrilla Zhang is also an old bird, so naturally he will not come against him.

He smiled slightly, and said very kindly: "It's not difficult to stop today, but can you stay in Tianjun City all the time?" ”

As the saying goes, reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, Ye Yu saw that he had a good attitude, so he accepted the spiritual momentum.

He pointed to the Tubo people in the square, and said to Zhang Guerrilla: "They, this guard is secured!" ”

The spiritual pressure on his body disappeared, and Zhang Guerrilla got up and went back. "Then you have to go to General Wu, only he can pardon them!"

Ye Yu looked at him, thought for a moment, and said: "Ben Wei will go to him, you'd better stop killing, and wait for Ben Wei to come back." ”

Zhang Guerrilla nodded and replied, "Ye Wei can rest assured. ”

Ye Yu saw that he had accepted it, so he didn't delay any longer, turned around and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion.

At this moment, his afterglow swept over a Tibetan boy kneeling on the ground, and he was suddenly shocked.

Ye Yu stopped, turned around and walked to the Tubo boy, and immediately released his spiritual sense to scan his whole body.

After a while, Ye Yu exhaled and waved his hand to signal Dotumu behind him to come over.

"You help Ben Wei translate!"

"Yes!"

After giving the order, Ye Yu asked the Tubo boy. "What's your name?"

The Tibetan boy did not wait for the translation, and spoke fluent Chinese. "Little ...... The villain's name is Jiji. ”

Duotumu glanced at Ciji, and thought dissatisfiedly: It's not easy to help Lord Godslayer, you kid can actually speak Chinese, won't you pretend to be one?

Ye Yu didn't know his flowery intestines, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

He looked at Jiji and asked, "Are you willing to follow Benwei?" ”

Hearing this, Ciji was stunned, it was a great honor to be a servant of a spiritual priest, even if it was a spiritual guard of the Ming Dynasty, it was an enviable identity.

There was no need to think about it, Ciji nodded hurriedly, and said excitedly: "Thank you, my lord!" The slave is willing to serve you! ”

Ye Yu smiled, pointed to Ciji and asked Zhang Guerrilla on the high platform, "It's okay for Benwei to take him away first, right?" ”

Although it is not clear why Ye Yu wants this Tibetan boy, Zhang Guerrilla still nods his head.

He replied to Ye Yu with a smile: "Even if Ye Yu takes it away, no matter whether you get an amnesty order or not, that young barbarian doesn't have to come back here." ”

Scold!

This face is given a lot, and I can repay him if I have the opportunity in the future.

Ye Yu thought of this and said with a smile: "Thank you so much!" You can come to me if you have something to do in the future! ”

Hearing this, Zhang Guerrilla was immediately overjoyed, this was really an unexpected gain.

The promise of a seventh-rank spiritual priest who was only fifteen years old might save his life if something happened in the future.