The heads were cut off one by one, because the effect of dispersion has not yet passed, so these adults have truly interpreted what it means to be "entertained to death" with practical actions.

As for the other prisoners kneeling in the palace, Zheng Fan did not order them to be cut together.

Although Da Yan attaches great importance to military merits and retains the method of calculating military merits by the head, to be honest, this time he stormed the city, and actually did not kill many people.

Compared with a number of first-level military exploits, if you go back with the heads of high-ranking officials headed by the prefect, the symbolic meaning is actually greater.

At the same time, it can also make it more convenient for you to go back to bragging.

As for how to blow it in accordance with the Basic Law, Zheng Fan had to discuss it with the blind man after he went back.

For example: Zheng Shoubei raised 400 tigers and slaughtered Mianzhou City!

Unbelief?

Look at the heads of the adults in that city have been cut off and brought back, and the heads of other people have been killed too much, and if they can't take them, they won't bring them!

Of course, there is another important reason for letting go of the people in the government, that is, there is no network media and no social software in this era;

Zheng Fan believes that Yan must have its own spy system on the side of Qianguo, plus the trade between the two countries is very close, even if it is a war, it may be difficult to cut off this smuggling trade.

So

When Zheng Fan left the palace,

Stick the knife in your hand into the floor tiles,

Loud Voice:

"City Breaker - Zheng Fan!"

In order to avoid the mistake of homophony in the propaganda of these human flesh propaganda machines, which affected their great achievements and transmitted them back to Yanguo, Zheng Fan also deliberately took a brush and wrote on the pillar at the entrance of the government office:

"Dayan Cuiliu Fort garrison Zheng Fan is here for a visit!"

After finishing things, he clapped his hands and read it again, in fact, he felt that this sentence was a bit old-fashioned, but compared to:

"Refuse to gamble, refuse to gamble, refuse to gamble, and ———— Dayan Cuiliubao Police Station Announcement"

Zheng Fan still thinks the former is better.

Eventually, Zheng Fan waved his hand:

"Withdraw!"

Entering the city, entering the house, and then gathering the team to go out again along the north gate where they entered, everything actually happened very quickly.

Zheng Fan couldn't give the city time to react, and at the same time, he couldn't give other nearby Qianguo troops a chance to react.

In the final analysis, there are now more than 300 of them;

Moreover, even if the people of Qianguo have given Zheng Fan a lot of self-confidence, Zheng Fan still will not be naïve to think that all the troops in Qianguo are as unbearable as this.

If this is the case, then Zheng Fan really doesn't plan to go back, all the way south, fight to Shangjing, burn down the Qianguo Temple, and capture the three sisters of the Yang family alive!

Now, the next task is to go back safely.

The waves have passed, and the play has already been played, pornography, gambling and drugs have been swept away by themselves.

Right now, going back safely is the number one priority, after all, the one who has the last laugh is the one who laughs the best.

Before leaving,

At the gates of the city,

Zheng Fan sat on horseback,

Looking back at the city,

He felt that he should say something at this time and leave a sentence, otherwise it would be boring and boring if he did not have a word of his own to embellish his behavior after his behavior was recorded in the history textbooks of later generations.

After thinking for more than ten seconds,

Zheng Fan said slowly:

"Farewell, there is only one man's ......"

artistic conception

taunt

forced grid,

standpoint

It's all there.

Zheng Fan is very satisfied with this sentence, but it's a pity that Liang Cheng is a lot worse in his kung fu, if Xue San or the blind man is here, the rainbow fart will definitely come like a tide.

In the entire Mianzhou City, except for the old man with a gun who went against the grain, the rest of the people were basically facing away from their own sword soldiers.

But

There is one person who seems to be dissatisfied,

And

He also seems to intend to express his dissatisfaction with practical actions.

above

On the tower of the city,

A man with a disheveled head appeared,

In his hands,

Hold a crossbow.

No one knew when he appeared on the city tower, and even no one expected that there would be people on the north gate.

And

The man was also going to rebel.

Even if the aggressor is leaving, he can actually survive, but he still has to resist, he still has to fight back, he has to do something to the aggressor, even at the cost of his life.

Liang Cheng saw the crossbow arrows, and there were other barbarians around him who saw the crossbow arrows, and they began to move, some of them opened their bows, some of them were ready to ride their horses to the side of the city tower, and some of them moved closer to Zheng Fan's side to protect Zheng Fan.

But everything in everything,

It's too late,

"Buzz!"

crossbow arrows,

has been ejaculated,

Straight into Zheng Fan's chest.

"Bang!"

Zheng Fan fell off his horse and smashed to the ground.

"Kill him!"

Liang Cheng gave the order, and a group of brutes immediately rushed back.

………

After shooting the crossbow arrows, Sun Jianming immediately retracted his head, and one after another arrows flew over the wall stacks above his head, he didn't care, just silently rewound the crossbow.

He didn't choose to run away, because he was alone in the city gate, and there were obviously many people in this city, but he didn't have anyone who could help.

His father, dead outside, through the crack in the door when it was closed, he saw, saw his father's head, which was slashed very high.

But the gates of the city were not closed after all.

However, in fact, it makes no difference whether the gate is closed or not, everyone is just trying to escape, and no one organizes the gate at all, and you can climb the wall slowly after you close it.

Sun Jianming has always felt that his old mind is a bit stereotypical, and the reputation of the old Sun Jialiang County double-headed gun is actually very loud in his grandfather's generation.

His father inherited the inheritance of the double-headed gun, enlisted in the army, and was a martial artist of the eighth grade, but his official position has not been obvious, and he has never been able to come out, and he has been a centurion for many years, and he has not even been able to mix up a miscellaneous name.

If it weren't for the rebellion launched by the Southwest Tusi during the reign of the first emperor, his father's department was transferred to the southwest to quell the rebellion, and his father relied on his own excellent kung fu to make real military achievements.

Oh, even though he was getting old, he was also demoted to the rank of captain of the city patrol.

But at least, when his father is in the limelight, he can also dream.

Sun Jianming can't endure hardship, and he doesn't have much talent for martial arts, so he has always wanted to learn piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry, and spray himself with a bit of literati breath.

In the future, hugging the thighs of the civil officials, mixing the image of a Confucian general, and having his father behind him as a guarantee, his career will definitely be much better.

Sun Jianming knew that in Yan State, the status of military generals was very high, not to mention the Beihou Mansion in that town, and all the generals who led the troops below were also very tough in front of the civil officials;

But I have my own national conditions,

In Daqian, if a military general wants to climb up and mix well, he has to be a civilian official's dog.

Even the big generals of the Great Cadre Border Army, after entering Beijing, had to kneel at the door of the ministers' mansions, shouting to the lackeys under the door to ask to see,

I have to see how good or bad the princess is in to decide whether I can see you or not.

Once, the Southwest Tusi Rebellion eroded the Southwest for ten years, and the one who finally put down the rebellion completely was a thorn-faced general;

In his early years, he committed crimes, was tattooed on his face and sent into the army, and climbed up step by step by relying on military merits, and finally entered the Privy Council because of the great rebellion in the Dingding.

Back then, the generals seemed to see that the day when they raised their eyebrows seemed to be really coming, and there was actually a place for our generals to stand in the Privy Council.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and the inspirational idol of all the generals of that era stood in the Privy Council for less than half a year, and was exterminated because of suspected rebellion.

The person who presided over this case was Han Xianggong, the head of the dynasty.

The little hope that the great Qianwu people had finally risen up was extinguished, and a basin of cold water was poured on them.

Every night when his father drank too much, he would wipe away his tears while remembering the piercing man.

After all, his father was also the one who followed the thorny face to quell the rebellion in the southwest.

Therefore, Sun Jianming is very down-to-earth, he feels that he is not a person with great ability, since he is not capable of modifying the rules, he should adapt to the rules;

He made friends with many literati, and also visited many civil officials, and tried his best to create his own literary atmosphere as a military general.

But his father successfully tricked him, and he could only be regarded as an unsociable old father, and in the past few years of old age, there seem to have been some problems in his brain.

Fighting civil officials, military generals, civil officials getting rich, and military generals drinking the blood of soldiers, this great cadre has had its own tacit understanding between civil and military affairs for a hundred years.

His father offended both sides together, and was degraded all the way, so that because he had this father, he was also frustrated in his career, no way, in this era, he pays attention to Lao Tzu is a hero, Lao Tzu has a sick brain, and this son is likely to have a bad brain.

Thinking of this,

A smile appeared at the corner of Sun Jianming's mouth,

He has always felt that his father is confused, and when he is old, he admits death and is stubborn!

But as it turned out, his father was right,

Yanren,

The fuck is really here!

A long time ago, his father had told him that when the thorn-faced prince took them to suppress the rebellion in the southwest, he said:

The Tusi Rebellion in the southwest, don't look at the momentum, but after all, it can't become any climate, the real threat of Daqian is the Yan people, who have relied on the power of a country to compete with the barbarians for hundreds of years!

Therefore, his father would pay attention to the news of Yan State every year, especially the news of the Hou Mansion in Beifeng County, from friends, from the imperial court, and from caravans.

A few years ago, there was often news that the Hou Mansion of Zhenbei had defeated the barbarians with troops and which tribe had been destroyed, and his father was worried.

Over the years, there have been very few similar news, and even almost gone, but his father's brows have been locked even more.

He smiled and asked his father, isn't that a good thing?

But his father sighed and said:

In the past, although the Zhenbei Hou Mansion had been winning battles, this at least proved that the barbarians still dared to call, bared their teeth, and dared to tempt;

Over the years, the war has basically been inaudible, which proves that the barbarians have been cleaned up.

Once the barbarians are submissive,

The swallow people's hands will be free.

Sun Jianming tilted his head and glanced down.

On the steps downstairs, there were already brute soldiers coming up.

But isn't it, Dad, the Yan people are not only free, it seems that the Yan people have already subdued the barbarians, those who are wearing Yan people armor, where the hell are the Yan people, they are clearly barbarians!

Sun Jianming moved his body, took a deep breath, and raised the crossbow bolt again.

He didn't know why he hadn't left, he had already been swept away by the soldiers who had rushed into the city, but he had come back by surprise.

In the small storehouse on the upper floor of the city, there are actually a lot of bows and crossbows, at least there are still a few kinds of goods, but no one uses them.

He took a crossbow and sat against the wall.

He doesn't know if his father has gone to heaven now, and it is estimated that he has only been dead for a long time, and he should not have had time to go to heaven to bless himself.

But I still ran into the Yan army out of the city,

Straight sissy thief,

This group of swallows looks like three or four hundred riders!

But how many thousand people can carry weapons in this city?

A huge sense of absurdity hit Sun Jianming's heart,

Then the anger in my heart became more and more intense.

In the whole city, his father was alone, and he took the initiative to crash into the Yan people with the ancestral double-headed gun, but Fan......

Alas.

At this moment,

A figure sprang out,

"Buzz!"

Sun Jianming pulled the trigger without hesitation,

The bolt went over, but it landed on the door.

It turned out that the brute soldier who took the lead had blocked a wall panel on the ground in front of him as a shield.

The bolts actually pierced half of the wallboard, but they lost their strength and failed to penetrate the brute's armor.

It was too late to rewind again, and the brutes rushed from behind.

Sun Jianming picked up the knife and slashed forward.

"Bang!"

Just a glance, the knife in Sun Jianming's hand was blocked in the collision, and the knife fell to the ground as soon as his wrist tightened.

Then

Three or four blades slashed directly at him, knocking him to the ground.

There are no earth-shattering battles, no fights between you and me, and no heroism of pulling a few more pads before dying,

Myself

In front of this group of brutes,

Weak as a small quail.

On the occasion of dying,

Sun Jianming regretted a little,

regrets that he obviously has a father who was a martial artist of the eighth grade,

But he has been focusing most of his energy on piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

In the end, he, a disciple of the general, couldn't even hold a knife steadily.

His father is gone, and he should be gone.

fortunately

After all, I seized the opportunity,

The man who took the lead shot to death.

That guy actually rode out alone and stood in a daze under the castle tower,

hehe

Fool, he's!

…………

"Lord? Lord? Lord? ”

"Ahem, cough, ............"

Zheng Fan coughed, and when he fell off the horse, his whole back hit the ground, coupled with the weight of the armor on his body, this fall was really not light.

"Lord, don't move, I'll help you get the arrows."

Liang Cheng is a zombie physique, so he can leave the tip of the spear in his body first and wait for it to be free before dealing with it, but Zheng Fan is not.

That crossbow arrow hit Zheng Fan's heart, and if it was not handled carefully, it was likely to endanger Zheng Fan's life.

Zheng Fan shook his head, reached out and grabbed the crossbow arrow inserted in his armor, and pulled out the crossbow arrow directly without waiting for Liang Cheng to stop it.

"Click......"

The expected blood splash did not appear, and Zheng Fan slowly sat up by himself,

Shaking his head, he said:

"I'm fine."

As he spoke, Zheng Fan began to untie the armor on his body, put his hand into it, and took out a stone from it.

smiled,

"You know, before leaving, the blind man told me not to take him with me again, but fortunately I didn't listen to him."

Son, you saved my father's life again!

After speaking, Zheng Fan coughed a few more times.

At this time, the group of barbarians who went up had already brought Sun Jianming's head down.

is worthy of being a character who founded the X Sect in the comics and was 404.,

The brainwashing effect is really powerful,

The feelings of this group of barbarians towards Zheng Fan are deep fear in the bone marrow, and at the same time, they have extremely strong attachment.

For this Qianguo man who almost killed his master, they were extremely angry.

"Master, bring his head back and let the third master cut his head into a bowl and drink it!"

A few barbarians suggested.

In their hearts, Xue San, who had personally performed "using your skull as a bowl" in front of them, was the most cruel punishment in the world, and even the soul could not rest after death.

"There's no need."

Zheng Fan shook his head, in the final analysis, it was his own reason, he had nothing to do and ran out of the queue to stand downstairs.

It's still too smooth, and I'm slacking off.

However, he was slapped in the face as soon as he said it, and he said that this was a city with only one man, and the second man immediately stood up.

However, there are only two.

Zheng Fan turned over and got on his horse, signaling that he was fine, and the rest of the people also got on the horse, and everyone went to the dirt slope where they had rested before.

A grave was erected there, and the body of the old man with a gun was buried inside, and some stones were laid on it, as for the inscription or something, firstly, the conditions did not allow it, and secondly, it was too difficult for the cultural level of these barbarians.

As for the remains of the rest of the dead barbarians, they were not buried, because Zheng Fan's request was to take their bodies back with them.

"Can you, turn them into zombies?" Zheng Fan asked Liang Cheng.

"Not now, but in the future, it should be." Liang Cheng replied.

"Then bring their bodies back and keep them well."

"Hmm."

"You, give me that head."

Zheng Fan pointed to a brute soldier, who immediately stepped forward and handed Sun Jianming's head to Zheng Fan.

"Tsk, this is a blind eye."

Sun Jianming's eyes were still open.

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand to wipe it, but he couldn't close the other party's eyes.

Zheng Fan knows some scientific explanations for this phenomenon, which is estimated to be because the eyelid muscles lose tension, resulting in the expansion of the eye fissure and the inability to close the eye.

However, Zheng Fan didn't plan to bring his head back, but walked to the grave and put Sun Jianming's head next to the grave.

"You two have a leader, here, just be a companion, I guess you will have some common language."

After that,

Zheng Fan looked up again at Mianzhou City in the distance,

Turn around

Ordered:

"Let's go back!"

The cavalry rode away and disappeared into the night.

The evening breeze blows through the grave,

Other than that, there is only a deep silence.

And the eyes of that head,

But it slowly closed at this time......