"Toot ......"

A piercing whistle sounded through the night sky, and many guards in the stronghold quickly assembled.

Outside the Spiritual Department stronghold, Deng Zhen's face was gloomy, his eyes were emitting a pale green light, and his eyes looked at the square coldly.

As early as before the Western Expedition, he absorbed a large number of spirit stones, and under the majestic spiritual power, he was successfully promoted to the Nine Rank Realm.

Not only was he promoted to Qizheng, but he also transferred four ordinary spiritual warriors from his family, and he completed his deployment in one go.

"Little grandfather, everyone is here!"

After everyone had assembled outside the stronghold, a middle-aged spirit guard clenched his fists and reported.

Deng Zhen glanced at the middle-aged Lingwei and corrected solemnly: "How many times have you said it?" If you don't call it Qizheng, if you don't call it the head of the guard, this is not the Guogong Mansion. ”

"No!" The middle-aged Lingwei looked stunned and replied solemnly. "Captain of the Guard! The four spiritual guards and the fifty auxiliary guards are all there. ”

Nodding with satisfaction, Deng Zhen waved his hand. "The spirit knife is out of its sheath and goes straight to the square!"

……

The city square.

On the simple wooden platform, Zhang Guerrilla looked uncertainly at the Tibetan people kneeling on the ground.

Although he was worried that Ye Yu would be furious when he returned to the city, he was a soldier in the army, even if he was a guerrilla general, he still seemed to be a soldier from above, and if he was a soldier, he had to obey orders.

Thinking of the three military orders he received one after another, his heart sank.

The military order of the commander when the army set off, the military order of General Wu Shen, the general of the city guard during the day, and the military order of the general Xue of Gansu who had just received it, all ordered him to carry out the order of three out of ten.

After receiving the last military order, he received the military order directly without thinking about it.

He couldn't exchange his head for Ye Yu's favor.

A gust of night wind hit, Zhang Guerrilla shivered with cold, and tightened the robe on his body.

He waved his finger lightly and said indifferently to his soldiers: "Let's start, solve it as soon as possible!" ”

The pro-soldier received the order, stepped to the edge of the wooden platform, and shouted violently.

"Slash!"

Hearing the order, hundreds of soldiers in the audience acted in unison, pressed the heads of the Tibetan people, and slashed down with big knives.

"Click......"

The sound of the blade entering the flesh sounded, and the heads of nearly five hundred Tibetan people fell to the ground in an instant.

This bloody scene frightened the other Tibetans, and they suddenly became agitated under the leadership of dozens of strong people.

The old god Zhang Guerrilla on the stage is there, and he is not worried that the group of Tubo people will have any accidents.

Sure enough, the Tubo people with their hands tied stood up with difficulty, and before they could storm the defensive line, the cavalry on the periphery quickly entered.

The cavalry sprinting at high speed came in an instant, and the sabers in their hands were constantly chopping, and they soon suppressed the rebellious Tubo.

Seeing that the Tubo people in the square were killed, Zhang Guerrilla signaled his own soldiers to give orders.

"Stop the war!"

Hearing the order, the cavalry offensive suddenly stopped, and hundreds of cavalry quickly stopped their horses, and the swords in their hands drooped in response.

At this time, the blood on the knife dripped down the tip of the knife, and it fell on the hard ground with a ticking sound.

After a moment, the regrouped cavalry stared indifferently at the few Tibetans.

As long as a military order comes from the wooden platform, a charge can completely slaughter the Tubo people.

Seeing that it was not possible to break through, a young Tibetan man who spoke fluent Chinese trembled and spoke. "For ...... Why? Doesn't the day say it's good to wait...... Wait three days? ”

The cavalrymen remained unmoved, as if they had not heard his question, and still stared at them indifferently.

Seeing this, the young man of Tubo hurriedly turned around and kept shaking towards the wooden platform.

"General! Sage Cloud: Words must be done, deeds must be fruitful! Hope ......"

On the platform, Zhang Guerrilla was slightly stunned when he heard this, and interrupted him with interest. "You're well versed in Sinology!"

When the Tibetan youth saw his response, it was like grasping a life-saving straw. "General, the student has traveled to the Ming Dynasty for many years, and he admires Sinology very much."

"Hehe, it's a good idea to be a reader, but it's a pity that the wrong baby was cast."

“......”

Seeing that the young man in Tibet was still about to open his mouth, Zhang Guerrilla smiled self-deprecatingly, and waved his hand happily.

The soldiers around him have followed him for many years, so they naturally understand the meaning.

"Get on your knees!"

The remaining Tubo people in the audience were already frightened, and they involuntarily knelt down when they heard the order of the pro-soldiers.

Then the soldiers shouted at the soldiers who were executing. "Keep the execution!"

However, among the Tubo people kneeling all over the ground, there was one of them who was hunched and never bent his knees.

This person was the young man from Tibet, and at this moment he was looking up with a sad and indignant face, and he was quite generous and righteous.

At that moment, a soldier with a knife came up to him and kicked him in the back of the knee.

The Tibetan youth suddenly staggered to the ground, and his knees hit the ground heavily.

The soldier cursed and pressed down on his head, then grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and slashed it with a swing.

The big knife roared down, and the blade slammed straight into the neck of the Tibetan youth.

Feeling the cold blade, he trembled uncontrollably, his crotch suddenly warmed, and a foul smell rushed straight to his nose.

"Fuck stop Lao Tzu!"

Just as he closed his eyes in despair and waited for death, a violent roar suddenly sounded outside the square.

Hearing the movement, the young man of Tubo hurriedly opened his eyes and saw a Han man wearing a green robe hurrying over.

Deng Zhen hurried to catch up, but he was still a step too late.

He glanced around the square and saw corpses all over the ground, and his face gradually turned cold.

He raised his knife and pointed it at the wooden platform, and asked in a cold voice. "Zhang Xu, are you fucking crazy? Who told you to do this? ”

Seeing that the person who came was Deng Shuai's eldest son, Zhang Guerrilla hurriedly got up and opened his mouth with his fists. "Young marshal, the military order is like a mountain, you should understand."

"Fart!" Deng Zhen didn't eat this set, and waved his hands and drank. "What military order? My father meant to let Wu Pengyi decide for himself, he had reached a consensus with Ye Lingwei, whose military orders are you fucking on? ”

Zhang Xu looked bitter and replied curtly. "General Xue ordered me to ...... urgently"

"Wait! Didn't he go with the commander to lead the army to Golmud? Can they fly back and give you military orders? Deng Zhen raised his eyebrows and interrupted him.

At this moment, a scribe, surrounded by dozens of guards, walked leisurely.

He bowed his hand to Deng Zhen and said with a smile: "It's the warrant brought by this official, I don't know if you are satisfied with this explanation?" ”

Deng Zhen narrowed his eyes and said gloomily: "Wang Experience, you are a senator with the army, and you don't accompany you in the army, why are you running to Tianjun City?" ”

Wang experienced waving his hand, elegant and easy-going return. "This is also driven by military affairs, and I will take it with me to help General Xue pass on a military order."

"Humph! What military affairs need to run to the rear? Deng Zhen didn't believe it at all, and asked directly.

"Bold! Are you trying to spy on the military? ”

Before Wang Shi could speak, a strategist pointed at Deng Zhen and scolded loudly.

Deng Zhen's eyelids jumped, and he said expressionlessly: "You'd better put down your hand and point at Benwei again, Benwei will chop it for you!" ”

"You ......"

Pressing the strategist's hand, Wang Cheng looked at Deng Zhen and said with a smile: "Little grandfather, this official is in military affairs, and it is inconvenient to talk about the past, so I will come to apologize another day." After a pause, he changed his words, "I also hope that the little grandfather will be cautious and don't interfere with the implementation of military orders in the army." ”

After saying that, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he turned sideways and shouted at the wooden platform. "Don't do it yet! Don't you want this official to do it himself? ”