A ring of high fences, with no head in front and no tail in sight.

It is more than three feet tall and straight as a sharpening.

It is so long that it seems to enclose the entire grassland.

It's so high that it's like dividing half of the long sky.

On the fence, countless flags, all embroidered with horse head embroidery, the north wind blows, like ten thousand horses galloping.

In the middle of the fence, there is a walled gate, which is extremely wide enough to swallow the river and spit out the river.

At the gate of the village, a flagpole, straight into the sky, hang a huge flag, under a huge horse's head, the three hills of the "backer gang" are also like gold, under the sun, shining, ten miles away, enough to witness.

Outside the gate, a mirror-like flat grassland, unobstructed and boundless.

is so solemn and magnificent, in the whole of Saibei, except for the backer gang, there is no second family that can have.

It was afternoon, countless horses stood outside the walled gate, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, on horseback, the fierce backer to help the knights, one by one waist hanging scimitars, angry eyes round.

Outside the gate of the wall, a high platform has been erected, on the platform, a man with a white face and a long beard, about fifty years old, five short figures, wearing a deer crown, wearing an ochre red robe, sitting on a Taishi chair in the middle, looking calm, not angry and self-assured.

Behind the man, there were two big men with long black faces, holding scimitars in their arms, wearing gold medals at their waists, with dignified appearances and majestic appearances.

The man sitting in the middle stroked his long beard, raised his head slightly, and looked at the sky, hopefully at the huge flagpole.

The sun hung overhead, and the long flagpole left a long shadow on the grassland.

The man's movements were so slight, but he had already been seen by the gang in the audience. A scout dressed in a short coat with a flag on his back rushed forward, knelt down on one knee, hugged his fist at the man, and said loudly: "Elder, noon has passed!"

The man sitting on the stage was none other than the law enforcement elder of the Backing Gang.

When the elder heard this, he didn't make a sound, and with a wave of his hand, a Dharma protector standing behind him stepped forward and shouted, "Bring it up!"

The ears of the horses, which were standing in a neat line, suddenly stood up, but the hooves of the horses were not messed up at all.

A group of shirtless men with their hands tied behind their backs were escorted up and knelt in a row in front of the stage, and behind each of them, two samurai dressed in red who specialized in execution, holding water and fire sticks, stood with their heads held high, standing like a pine.

The Dharma Protector looked at the person who had been escorted up, turned back to the elder, bent down, bowed, picked up a volume of documents that had already been written on the table in front of the elder with both hands, respectfully opened it, turned around, and read aloud to the gang below: "I have been supporting the mountain to help for decades, and I have always been based on faith and righteousness! No matter whether you are high or low, whether you are young or old, the reward will be rewarded, and the punishment will be heavy. Now you and the others went out to fight against the remnants of the quicksand gang, but they did not make an inch, and they returned with a feather, and they lost their help, and according to the rules of the gang, they should be punished! The samurai obeyed the order, and the rod was punished with 50 rods, and the salary was fined for three months!

Hearing this, the men kneeling below raised their heads and shouted in unison, "Thank you Gang Leader Longen! Thank you Elder for your kindness!"

As soon as the words landed, the red-clothed warrior behind him couldn't wait, kicked the shirtless man in front of him to the ground, one left and one right, raised the stick, and fought to the death.

The horses standing in the front row seemed frightened, their eyes widened and their ears trembled.

But the horse's hooves standing on the grass seemed to have grown into the ground, and they still did not move.

The knights on horseback sat upright, their waists straight, motionless, like a group of statues.

The man who crawled under the stage and was tortured, at first, he could grit his teeth and hold on, but after dozens of sticks, a few of them had slightly softer muscles and bones, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, opened their mouths, and roared a few times.

When the elder sitting on the stage heard this, his brows furrowed, and he still quietly glanced at the Dharma Protector standing beside him.

The Dharma protector already knew this, walked to the front of the stage in a few steps, glared at the circle, and said in a loud voice: "Whether it is a reward or a punishment, you have your own gang rules as a basis!

When the gang in the audience heard this, their expressions suddenly changed, and the horse team stood more and more neatly.

The red-clothed warriors did as they could, and the sticks became more and more vigorous, and the men who were crawling on the ground, nine times out of ten, their buttocks had already been beaten and the flesh was blurred, but no one made a sound anymore.

Under the autumn sun, the cane punishment soon ended.

In silence, a group of men with their buttocks and backs smashed were dragged down, leaving only a vague trail of blood on the ground.

Seeing this, the elder waved his hand at the Dharma Protector who had just read the document, and the Dharma Protector stood in front of the stage, turned around and bowed to the elder, turned around, and said loudly: "Escort the armor to come up!"

Soon, two red-clothed warriors dragged a shirtless man with a big tie to the front of the stage, bent his legs, and the big man involuntarily fell to the ground. Immediately, a shirtless man who had also taken off, carrying a black ghost-headed knife, also walked up and stood behind the big man.

When the Dharma Protector saw this, he opened the document again and read it aloud: "I have been supporting the mountain gang to crisscross the rivers and lakes for decades, spreading morality all over the world, and becoming the world's prestige, and now it is not an easy task! Whenever I help the people, I will fight to the death, and I will defend to the death! I will go to the soup and go to the fire, but I will not dare to resign, and I will not dare to be afraid of it! Today, there are scum road armors, greedy for life and afraid of death, and I have lost the flag of the gang! As a result, my backing gang has greatly damaged the prestige of the gang, and its crime is absolutely unforgivable! According to the rules of the gang, the head of the gang will be shown to the public! If there is a follower, he will be severely punished!

That Lu Jia was the standard-bearer of the day, and was frightened by an unpredictable guy for a while, and lost the Matou Gang flag in a panic, and when he came back, he saw that his shoulder was empty, and he knew that the death penalty was inevitable, and he had not had time to tell his brother Lu Yin, who was also in the backer gang, a few last words, and he had already been sent by the law enforcement elders to take it down.

After the Dharma Protector finished reading, the other Dharma Protector standing next to him looked at the elder's eyes, stepped forward as well, and said in a loud voice, "The hour has come, the executioner will be executed!"

Two red-clothed warriors hurriedly pressed down on the road armor, and another warrior, carrying a tray, walked up.

In the tray, there are three bowls, a bowl of wine, a bowl of water, and a bowl of tea.

The shirtless executioner raised the door-like ghost-headed knife in his hand, reached out to pick up the wine bowl, raised his neck and took a big sip, puffed out his cheeks, but did not drink it, sprayed on the knife in one breath, glanced at the elder, looked at the back of Lu Jia's neck, and raised the knife high.

Although it is autumn, the afternoon sun is blazing. The sun shone on the blade, dancing with black fire.

I don't know how many heads fell under this knife.

Now, it's held high again.

The executioner is naturally a murderer without blinking, looking at Lu Jia's neck that can't help but tremble, and the hand holding the knife is as steady as Mount Tai.

The elder looked at Lu Jia kneeling under the stage, intentionally or unintentionally brushed his long beard, and his slightly raised face was full of contempt and disdain.

Lu Jia knelt on the ground, his head bowed, his face gray, and his eyes dead.

The executioner looked at Lu Jia's trembling neck again, and secretly added a bit of strength in his hand, and slashed down.

In a few moments, Lu Jia will be separated from each other.

In the road of the world, there is less than a man who fights the flag, and on the Huangquan Road, there is one more unjust soul who died of death.

At the last moment, he raised his head blankly and looked at the cold blue sky.

It's a farewell to the world.

The executioner's knife slashed down with the sound of the wind.

Seeing this, the red-clothed warriors on both sides pressed the road armor with one hand, but their bodies twisted into twists, trying to stay away from the dying scum.

No matter who it is, it is not a happy thing to be stained with the blood of a dead ghost under the knife.

The heavy ghost-headed knife was as fast as lightning, and it went straight to the back of Lu Jia's neck, and it was about to splatter five steps of blood.

Suddenly, the puppet-like armor shook suddenly, broke away from the two warriors' iron claws, and the body kneeling on the ground lay forward and twisted rapidly, and between the lightning and flint, the blade that flashed cold light happened to cut along the backbone of the armor, leaving a long opening on his back, almost cutting the armor that was as strong as an ox in half.

Blood ran down the wound.

The blade sliced open the back of the armor and cut the rope that bound him.

Without waiting for the executioner to react, Lu Jia rolled on the spot, retracted and shrunk his muscles, broke the rope, lay down, flew up with a kick, and hit the executioner's wrist, the black ghost head knife flew out, and fell into Lu Jia's hands in a blink of an eye.

Everyone was shocked, and they pulled out their scimitars and glared angrily.

Resisting on the spot on the execution ground and killing the samurai swordsman is a unique legend in the history of the backer gang.

Seeing this, the two Dharma Protectors standing beside the elder looked at each other in an extremely tacit understanding, their bodies squatted, and their scimitars were unsheathed, and they were about to fly out to attack.

The elder sitting on the Taishi's chair stopped the two of them with a slight but powerful look, and the two Dharma Protectors stopped and stood behind the elder. The elder stroked his long beard, calm and relaxed, as if he was strolling leisurely, and everything that happened in front of him seemed to be nothing more than a grass stage play.

Lu Jia held the knife in his hand, standing steadily in front of the stage, a pair of gloomy eyes swept around, and his face was surprisingly calm.

Behind him, the backers gathered together, and countless scimitars converged into a silver forest in the sun.

The wound on his back suddenly erupted in sharp pain.

He was seriously wounded, and it would be difficult for him to reach the sky if he wanted to kill him from this direction.

Surrounded by heavy troops from the backing gang on three sides, how can he break through? He glanced at the corner of his eye, and suddenly there was a burst of excitement, and on the remaining side, on the stage, there were only one elder and two Dharma protectors, and they rushed up and kidnapped the law enforcement elders, and maybe there was still a glimmer of life.

Lu Jia pondered, still clenched his knife quietly, raised his head to the sky, let out a long roar, slammed his legs, howled loudly, and killed the dense crowd.

Several knights standing in front of them were fearless, and they roared like wolves, urging their crotch mounts and killing them head-on.

Suddenly, Lu Jia suddenly stopped, kicked the ground with his feet, and his whole body "swished" into the air, and turned a corner in the air, his body was straight, and he held a knife in his right hand, like a sharp arrow off the string, and rushed towards the elder sitting in the center of the platform.

On the stage, the faces of the two Dharma protectors changed suddenly, and they drew their scimitars, wanting to make a move, but they were stopped by the elders.

The armor galloped like a fly, and the black blade stabbed the elder's throat like lightning.

The elder was still sitting on the Taishi's chair, motionless as a mountain.

Lu Jia was shocked, and rushed over fiercely.

Suddenly, everything came to an abrupt halt.

No one could see what was happening? The elder was still sitting on the Taishi's chair and brushing his beard, and Lu Jia's whole person was crawling on the platform softly, and the heavy ghost head knife was thrown aside, and the wide blade was twisted into a twist.

The elder made a look, and a Dharma protector strode forward, kicked down the moaning Lu Jia, and said loudly: "The leaders of the Nian Lu Jia have served the gang for many years, and they wanted to be punished lightly, so they ended up happy. I don't want this scum to be so ignorant! Openly flouting the gang rules and making a big fuss at the execution ground. The elder has an order: Horse torture waits! Samurai execution!"

Before the words fell, several red-clothed warriors on tall horses stepped forward and came to the front of the stage.

The so-called "horse punishment" is a kind of torture specially used by the backers to punish traitors, using horses to drag human traffickers to the ground, run in a large circle, and then, urging ten thousand horses to trample the surviving prisoners into flesh and disappear into the vast grassland.

A samurai threw an iron claw, accurately hooked the thigh of the road armor, tied a leather rope attached to the iron claw to the saddle bridge, clenched his hands into fists, and looked at the Dharma protector on the stage.

The Dharma Protector stood in front of the stage, pondering for a moment, and a big fan-like finger pointed in the direction of the Two Realms Mountain.

The red-clothed warrior replied, "Order," and patted the horse on his crotch, and the horse let out a long whistle and rushed out.

Seeing this, the two samurai next to him also urged their mounts and followed.

The horse's hooves flew, and the three horses raised smoke and dust all the way on the autumn grassland, rushing towards the Liangjie Mountains like a gallop.

The roadman who was dragged to the ground screamed, and the gopher jumped out like a gopher. His bones and muscles were broken, and he couldn't move.

According to this, the Two Realms Mountain is dozens of miles, and when a few fast horses run to the Two Realms Mountain, the road armor dragged on the ground has already been dragged away.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves startled the idlers in the tavern, and they rushed to the window door, looking at the bloody body, with its neck stretched and its mouth wide open, and they were really satisfied.

The shepherds also crowded in.

Even Meng Erdan couldn't help but turn his head in the direction of the door.

Only Niu Ye, who was sitting behind the counter, stared into the distance, turning a blind eye and turning a deaf ear to everything that was happening in front of him......

The fast horse galloped and flashed by.

Several samurai dragged their armor and ran to the Two Realms Mountain, discussed with each other for a while, turned their horses' heads, and ran back at a fast speed.

When he returned to the execution ground again, Lu Jia had almost turned into a pile of rotten meat, but fortunately, his internal strength was deep, and he still had his last breath blocked in his chest, and it had not yet been broken.

He struggled to open his eyes, and suddenly found that another person had also been tied up and thrown on the grass in front of the stage.

Although his eyes were blurred with blood on his face, he still recognized the figure lying on the ground: it was Lu Yin, his brother Lu Yin......

The Dharma Protector who was still standing on the stage saw that Lu Jia was dragged back, and there was no nonsense, so he raised his hand directly, and the horse team standing neatly under the stage was suddenly urged, and thousands of horses' hooves stepped on the grassland, as if the whole earth was trembling.

Lu Jia desperately raised his head, looked at Lu Yin, struggled to scream, and a heavy horse's hoof slammed into his chest......

In a moment, the Lujia and Luyin brothers were trampled by the hooves of the backers and disappeared on the grassland.

The elder who had been sitting there finally stood up, he strode to the front of the stage, looked at the dense crowd of people and horses under the stage, pondered for a moment, and shouted loudly: "Gang leader Hong En! Incense master Liu Jiang, although he has not made meritorious contributions, remember his loyalty, and give him 100 taels of silver to support his family! The remaining 16 gang members died in the line of duty, and they were given 50 taels of silver......

"Good!" the gang in the audience waved their scimitars and let out a wolf-like howl......