After a round of "blood", a hideous smile appeared on Chatai Dorton's face. However, when Ren Guang, He Zibu and others under the stage saw it, they hated Chatai Dordun's extermination of humanity......

"Alright, the next batch of ......" Seeing that the first batch of prisoners were all killed on the field, Chatai Dorton ordered the attendants beside him to continue to take the second batch of prisoners, as if he was preparing to repeat the old trick.

And when the prisoners saw the tragic death of the first people, everyone became terrified. There is no fear to show it, it is not that he is really not afraid, but his already scarred body numbs his spirit.

The attendant beside Chatai Dordun gave the order, and escorted the second group of prisoners slowly up to the place where the stage was set up, ready to "practice boxing" with those Mongolian men.

"Chatai Dordon this guy ......," He Zibu gritted his teeth all the time, "how many people does he have to kill to be satisfied......?" he said, he himself had the urge to rush forward.

And beside Chatai Dorton, Ouyang Cong kept staring at the blood on the table, and there was not much expression on his face, maybe for him, he himself was a little numb......

"Ah Cong ......" Under the stage, Fang Ke and Fei Nenghong also saw the scenes on the stage, and Fang Ke lamented in his heart, "Weishenme will become like this? Ah Cong, what are you weishenme...... To die for such a Mongol......"

Ouyang Cong's words and deeds were naturally also concerned by He Zibu, who saw Chatai Dordun's extermination of humanity, and thought of Ouyang Cong being such a lackey of the Mongols. He Zibu couldn't help but feel a fire in his heart......

The massacre on stage continues...... This time, two Mongol men were replaced, and one of them quickly grabbed a helpless prisoner with both hands. The Mongol Han held his hands tightly, letting the prisoners struggle. I can't get rid of the slightest. In order to exercise his waist strength and arm strength, the Mongolian Han used his arms to break the waist bones of the rebel prisoners on the spot. "Ahh Before it was over, the Mongolian man was still angry, and smashed the unconscious prisoner on the floor with both hands. "Bang-" and another splash of blood - this time he was really dead.

Another Mongolian man leaned over. He picked up the legs and feet of the two prisoners, and suddenly "drank-" the ground with a force, and the two prisoners were not ready. Directly dragged down by this sudden blow, the heads of the two of them slammed on the floor. "Ahh The consciousness of the two gradually became blurred. But the Mongol man seemed to have some intention of letting them go. Grabbing one of the rebel prisoners by the foot, he lifted them up with one hand, and then slammed them down on the floor. At this smash, the two prisoners screamed again, and splashed some dark red blood. The Mongol Han was not finished, and continued to repeat the previous movements, constantly smashing the prisoners in his hands to the floor, and the two rebel prisoners had long been unconscious. Just screaming. With each smash, there was a little more blood on the floor. The rebel prisoners screamed once...... There was more blood on the floor, and the screams grew weaker and weaker, until there was no longer a sound to be heard—they were sure to be dead—that the great Mongol man would not stop......

This was followed by other prisoners, and no one was spared from a similar tragedy......

The screams on the stage continued, and each cry of sorrow was like a stinger, piercing the hearts of Ren Guang and He Zibu. However, the guards here are all tightly guarded, Chatai Dordun is standing in front, and he has the experience of fighting before, He Zibu and the others don't dare to touch the Mongolian guards at all.

But seeing the rebel prisoners on the table dying tragically at the hands of the Mongols one by one, and seeing the cruelty of Chatai Dordun who took pleasure in killing, it was impossible for Ren Guang and the others to look at it anymore. Neither can he act rashly, nor can he tolerate such reckless behavior of Tai Dorton, and when he comes to the dart board, everyone's hearts are also very conflicted at this time......

The "massacre" on the stage continued, but no one in the audience dared to disagree. On the one hand, there was a massacre, and on the other hand, there was silence, but no one could stand up to stop this cold-blooded situation - such an ironic scene, when there was no more screaming on the stage, the Mongolian Han withdrew his hand, and this "bloodshed" came to an end again. But for Ren Guang, He Zibu and others, they were the first time they had watched this inhumane massacre for the first time. However, the matter is not over yet, because this wave of prisoners has turned out, and there are still many rebel prisoners on standby behind Chatai Dordun, ready to go up one by one to "train" those Mongol men......

Chatai Dordun looked at the scene on the table, smiled coldly, and then said to Ouyang Cong beside him: "Hmph, use the prisoners of war and death row prisoners of the righteous army to practice these Mongolian strong men, you Ouyang Cong can think of it...... But this is also a good idea, not only to keep my father from noticing, but also to seduce those people who come to the so-called 'righteous people' of the dart game, and to warm up these Mongolian strong men who are about to participate in the wrestling tournament, this is also an idea that kills multiple birds with one stone, don't you say?" Obviously, Chatai Dordun was sneering at Ouyang Cong, who was a Han but helped the Mengyuan court.

Ouyang Cong just looked sluggish, and after hearing Chatai Dordun's question, Ouyang Cong just said with a numb expression: "What the prince of Chatai said is ......"

Chatai Dordun first glanced at Ouyang Cong with a smile, then looked at the messy scene on the stage, and then ordered: "There is blood and corpses on the scene, which hinders the warm-up of these strong men...... Get a few people, go clean up the countertop—"

As soon as the order came out, the guards in the audience casually called a few laborers who were originally working under the stage. Among these laborers, Fang Ke and Fei Nenghong happened to be selected, and the Meng Yuan guards in the audience reprimanded them with Miao knives, and then rushed them to the stage to clean up the scene.

"The people of Chatai Wangfu are really too deceitful, and they regard us Han people in the Central Plains as grass mustard ......" Yang Zhengming, who is the president of the Jiuwang Chamber of Commerce and has always been forbearing, saw this scene. At this time, I couldn't help but be indignant.

Ren Guang looked at Yang Zhengming's complicated expression, and said with a little pain: "Maybe from the beginning, the Jiuwang Chamber of Commerce shouldn't have spent money to help the Chatai Royal Mansion hold any wrestling conference...... Even if we don't come here today. Chatai Dorton will still let the stage of this wrestling tournament be 'bloody'......"

"That's Ah Ke and Ah Hong......" He Zibu suddenly saw that the people who came to the stage to clean up the scene turned out to be able to be Ke and Fei Nenghong, thinking that there would be something wrong with them, so he shouted worriedly, "No, I have to go up, otherwise the two of them may also be in danger." With that, He Zibu made a move ready to rush to the table.

Ren Guang noticed He Zibu's movements. took the first step to stop He Zibu.

He Zibu didn't appreciate it, and wanted to break free, but Lin Jing and Shi Changsong saw each other. They all used their hands to buckle the impulsive He Zibu all over his body.

"Let go of me, Ah Ke and Ah Hong are still on the stage-" He Zibu seemed to be overly excited, and shouted loudly, "I want to go up." Let me go—"

"You calm me down—" Ren Guang first reprimanded loudly. Then he looked at He Zibu with firm eyes, and said righteously, "If you go up to make trouble now, you will only cause more trouble, and if you don't do it, you will die! Those two brothers of yours are just going up to deal with the scene, not going to duel with those Mongolian men, don't be too excited-"

Hearing Ren Guang say this, He Zibu's strength was withdrawn. The whole person is stable. But He Zibu's heart was not calm, his eyes were always looking at Fang Ke and Fei Nenghong who were cleaning up the scene on the table......

After Fang Ke and Fei Nenghong got on the stage. Started cleaning up the site with some other laborers. However, just now I heard bursts of heart-rending screams in the audience, and when I got to this stage, the bloody scene made Fang Ke and Fei Nenghong and others unbearable. I saw the corpses of the rebel prisoners on the scene blurred with flesh and blood, lying in a dark pool of blood, and the long dead hair was scattered on the faces of the deceased, and it was impossible to see the painful expressions of the deceased before the tragic death. Of course, Fang Ke and Fei Nenghong didn't want to see it, they couldn't bear to witness the unbearable expression of death pain again.

"What are you looking at, why don't you hurry up and clean up the corpses?" shouted a few Chinese-speaking Meng Yuan guards next to them, as if these laborers were just animals doing manual work in their eyes.

One of the Meng Yuan guards also knocked the handle of his knife on Fang Ke and Fei Nenghong's backs, forcing the two of them to lower their heads and do things. The handle of the knife hurt very much on the back, but Fang Ke and Fei Nenghong still held back, and the two lowered their heads and slowly cleaned up the corpses on the table......

"Ah Ke, Ah Hong......" He Zibu looked at the scene where Fang Ke and Fei Nenghong were forced by Meng Yuan's guards just now, and said nervously in his heart......

"weishenme, weishenme......" Fang Ke and Fei Nenghong bowed their heads to do things on the side, seeing such a bloody scene, Fei Nenghong couldn't help but whisper to his brother Fang Fang beside him, "Weishenme, we will fall to such a point......"

"I don't know......" Fang Fang replied very neatly, "but as long as our brothers can be safe and sound, we can endure one step at a time......

"Can the brothers be safe and sound?" Fei Nenghong said with a sad expression, "After all, that guy Ah Cong is still a lackey of the Mongols, so we don't care about it!"

"Ah Cong......" Fang Fang muttered alone, "It seems that Abu is right, although we didn't directly do anything to be sorry for the Han people in the Central Plains, but we didn't be worthy of our own ......."

"But today's incident, Ah Cong is already sorry for the Han people in the Central Plains, according to this, he should not be our brother a long time ago......" Fei Nenghong thought that these things were instigated by Ouyang Cong, which led to this, and couldn't help but whisper indignantly.

Fang Ke listened, but did not reply immediately, in his heart, at this time, he thought of what He Zibu had said before: "Ake, your trust in your brother...... I believe that none of you will work for the Mongols because of some interests, including Ah Cong, I still believe in him. But just believing in Him doesn't mean He won't do it. I believe that Ah Cong is part of him, and I am worried that he is also part of it, so I said that if he dares to do anything against his conscience to you or to the people of the Central Plains, I will definitely not let him go......"

"Abu, do you really trust our brother......" Fang Fang couldn't help but mutter.

"No, I can't. I can't stand it anymore—" Fei Nenghong put down his work, and then said with hatred on his face, "I'm going to teach those Mongolian Tatars a lesson." The Mongol Tartars who mutilated our people in the Central Plains...... And Ouyang Cong, I'm going to teach him a lesson, a lackey of the Mongols-"

"Ah Hong, calm down-" Seeing Fei Nenghong's excited appearance, he was a little nervous.

"What are you doing?" a Meng Yuan guard next to him saw that Fei Nenghong was wrong, and pulled out his knife and asked.

However, at this time, Fei Nenghong didn't care about anything. Taking advantage of the fact that the Meng Yuan guard was not paying attention, Fei Nenghong got up and kicked the Meng Yuan guard off the table. Thankfully. The Meng Yuan guard fell off the table, but the knife in his hand fell off. Fei Nenghong saw the opportunity and grabbed the Miao knife with his hand.

"Ah Hong—" Fang Fang on the stage and He Zibu on the stage shouted almost at the same time.

The other Meng Yuan guards saw Fei Nenghong, who seemed to want to rebel. So they pulled out their swords and prepared to rush up and subdue him.

"Stop!" Chatai Dordun in front of the stage chuckled when he saw it, and then said, "Let him come." Let's see what this guy is capable of......"

"Ah Hong......" Ouyang Cong next to Chatai Dordun saw it. I wasn't surprised.

Fei Nenghong looked around, and the Mengyuan guards around him received the order from Chatai Dordun, and did not immediately rush up to him, but carried Miao knives in case of accidents, and there were only a few strong Mongolian men who had just killed the prisoners of the righteous army beside him.

Fei Nenghong plucked up his courage and swung his sword at one of the Mongolian men. "Mongol Tartar, I'm going to kill you!" Fei Nenghong shouted, and the whole person rushed straight up.

The Mongolian man saw it. Smile lightly...... Suddenly, the figure of the Mongolian Han was slightly on one side. Then he struck Fei Nenghong's wrist with his hand. Fei Nenghong screamed in pain, and then the Miao knife in his hand also fell off. didn't give Fei Nenghong a chance, and the Mongolian man immediately grabbed Fei Nenghong's right hand with a knife that he had not had time to withdraw, sneered, and exerted force in his hand.

"Ahh

"Ah Hong—" Both Fang Ke and He Zibu shouted loudly.

didn't finish, the Mongolian man muttered a few words in Mongolian, and then lifted Fei Nenghong with a fierce face. Due to the disparity in Liliang, even if Fei Nenghong used all his strength, he could not get rid of the hands of the Mongolian Han, and could only be at the mercy of others.

"Drink-ah", the Mongolian man roared angrily, and with one hand, he used the same action he had done to the prisoners of the rebel army, and slammed Fei Nenghong's whole person to the floor from top to bottom.

"Ahh Because he was facing the floor when he fell, Fei Nenghong's sternum was severely injured and even shattered.

"Ah Hong-" Fang Ke Ke also seemed to be unable to bear it, he wanted to go up to help Fei Nenghong.

Fei Nenghong was seriously injured on the ground, but the Mongolian man didn't seem to be relieved of his hatred, and he screamed again, and the whole person was like wrestling, and the whole body pressed down, and it pressed heavily on Fei Nenghong's body.

Because the Mongolian Han was strong and his body bones were extremely strong, the Mongolian Han went down this time, Fei Nenghong vomited a lot of blood again, and even the margin for screaming seemed to be gone.

"The hateful Mongolian Tartars-" He Zibu saw the miserable situation of his brother Fei Nenghong in the audience, and shouted angrily, "Chatai Dordun, Ouyang Cong, you beasts are not as good, I want to fight with you!" He Zibu even pointed the finger directly at Chatai Dordun and his former brother Ouyang Cong, and he couldn't help but want to rush forward.

However, Ren Guang and others, who were worried on the side, saw it, although they also hated the actions of the Chatai Palace, but they were still relatively calm, and immediately tried their best to stop He Zibu. But although He Zibu was stopped this time, the arrogance in his heart would not disappear, although Ren Guang and others continued to block him, He Zibu still wanted to rush forward desperately, and he was even about to pull out the Miao knife on his body. "Stinky Tartar, I'm fighting with you! don't stop me, let me go up......" He Zibu was always shouting with all his might, his whole body was exerting his strength, but he just couldn't get rid of Ren Guang and the others. could only watch his brother trample and ravage by the Mongols on the table, and He Zibu was also angry and heartbroken at this time.

"Ah Hong......" can see Fei Nenghong's tragic situation, and his heart is also dripping blood......

The Mongolian man who was pressing on Fei Nenghong got up from Fei Nenghong at this time, and sneered and glanced at Fei Nenghong, who fell to the ground and struggled.

Chatai Dordun looked at the Mongolian man on Fei Nenghong's head, smiled softly, and then made an "execution" gesture to the Mongolian man, signaling the Mongolian man to kill Fei Nenghong directly. Ouyang Cong, who was on the side, knew Chatai Dordun's intentions, but he still just looked ahead with a dull expression, but he didn't dare to say anything.

The Mongolian Han received the order from Chatai Dordun, and then looked at Fei Nenghong, who was dying on the ground, and smiled softly.

"Should it be ......" He Zibu saw the strange eyes of the Mongolian man and knew what was about to happen, so he shouted with all his voice, "Don't-"

But it was too late, and the Mongolian Han once again made a wrestling move, and fell down towards Fei Nenghong, who fell to the ground......

"Ahh Fei Nenghong fell to the ground motionless, his head turned sideways and he was out of breath - he was dead.

Everyone was stunned, He Zibu was stunned, Fang Fang was stunned, Ouyang Cong was stunned, Ren Guang and the others were stunned......

The scene fell silent...... Fei Nenghong died like this, zuihou glanced at him, Fei Nenghong fell to the ground with his head sideways, his frightened eyes, and the sight of his eyes remained on He Zibu in the audience...... (To be continued......)