The heads were cut off one by one, because the effects of taking the medicine had not yet passed, so these adults used practical actions to truly interpret what "entertaining oneself to death" means.
As for the other prisoners kneeling in the government office, Zheng Fan did not order them to be cut off as well.
Although Dayan attaches great importance to military merit and retains the method of calculating military merit based on the head level, to be honest, not many people were actually killed in this attack on the city.
Compared with countless military honors, the symbolic significance of bringing back the heads of high-ranking officials headed by the prefect is actually greater.
At the same time, it will be more convenient for you to go back and brag.
As for how to blow in line with the Basic Law, Zheng Fan will have to discuss it with the blind man after he goes back.
For example: Zheng Shoubei brought 400 tiger warriors and massacred Mianzhou City!
Don’t believe it?
Look at the heads of the adults in that city that were cut off and brought back. There were so many other people’s heads that they couldn’t take them with them!
Of course, there is another important reason for letting people in the government go, that is, there is no online media or social software in this era; In fact, things like the prince's wisdom need to be praised by people's mouths and spread artificially. Zheng Fan believes that Yan State must have its own espionage system in Qian State. In addition, the trade between the two countries is very close, even if it is During a war, it may be difficult to cut off the smuggling trade.
So,
when Zheng Fan left the government office,
insert the knife in his hand into the floor tiles,
said loudly :
"The City Breaker——Zheng Fan!"
In order to avoid homophonic errors in the propaganda of these human flesh propaganda machines, which would affect the spread of his great achievements back to the State of Yan, Zheng Fan even specially took a writing brush and wrote on the pillar at the entrance of the government office:
"Zheng Fan, the guard of Dayancui Liubao, is here for a visit!"
After finishing the matter, he took the photo He clapped his hands and read it again. In fact, he thought this sentence was a bit cliche, but compared to:
"Reject pornography, refuse gambling, refuse pornography, gambling and drugs————Da Yancui Liubao Police Station "Xuan"
Zheng Fan still thinks the former is better.
It's over, Zheng Fan waved his hand:
"Evacuate!"
Enter the city, enter the mansion, then gather the team and go out again along the north gate. Everything actually happened very quickly.
Zheng Fan could not give the city time to react, and at the same time, he could not give other nearby cadres a chance to react.
After all, there are only more than 300 of them now;
And even though the people of Qian country have given Zheng Fan a lot of confidence, Zheng Fan is still not naive. He thought that all the troops in the Qian Kingdom were in this state.
If this is true, then Zheng Fan really has no intention of going back. He will go all the way south to Shangjing, burn down the Guozong Temple, and capture the three Yang sisters alive!
Now, any of the followingThe only thing is to go back safely.
The waves have been spent, the fun has been played, pornography, gambling and drugs have been wiped out by myself.
Right now, getting back safely is the top priority. After all, the one who laughs last laughs best.
Before leaving,
at the city gate,
Zheng Fan sat on his horse,
looking back at the city ,
He felt that he should say something at this time and leave a sentence. Otherwise, it would be much worse if there was not a word of his own to embellish his behavior in the history textbooks of later generations. Boring and boring.
After thinking for more than ten seconds,
Zheng Fan said slowly:
"Farewell, a city with only one man..."
< p>Impression,sarcasm,
character,
position,
are all present.
Zheng Fan was very satisfied with this sentence, but it was a pity that Liang Cheng was not very good at flattering him. If Xue San or the blind man were here, rainbow farts would definitely come in waves.
In the entire Mianzhou City, except for the old man with a gun who walked against the trend, the rest of the people basically turned their backs to their own weapons.
However,
one person seemed dissatisfied.
Moreover,
he seemed to be planning to use practical actions to express his dissatisfaction. Satisfactory attitude.
Above,
On the tower,
A man with disheveled hair appeared,
In his hand,
< p>Holding a crossbow.No one knows when he appeared on the city tower. In fact, no one expected that there would be someone at the north city gate.
Furthermore, < /p>
This person is still planning to resist.
Even if the invader is leaving, he can actually survive, but he still has to resist, fight back, and do something to the invader, even at the cost of his life.
Liang Cheng saw the crossbow arrows, and there were other barbarian soldiers around who saw the crossbow arrows. They started to move, some raised their bows, some were preparing to ride their horses towards the tower, and some were heading towards Zheng Fan. Here we move closer to protect Zheng Fan,
But everything,
it's too late,
"Buzz!"
The crossbow arrow,
Has been ejected,
hit Zheng Fan’s chest.
"Bang!"
Zheng Fan fell off his horse and hit the ground.
"Kill him!"
Liang Cheng issued the order, and a group of barbarians rushed back immediately.
…………
After shooting the crossbow arrow, Sun Jianming immediately retracted his head, and arrows flew past the wall above his head. He didn’t care, just silently. Re-string the crossbow.
He did not choose to escape because the city gate towerHe was alone here. There were obviously many people in this city, but he had no one who could help.
His father died outside. Through the gap in the door when it was closed, he saw his father's head, which was chopped off very high.
But the city gate was not closed after all.
However, it actually doesn’t make any difference whether it is closed or not. Everyone is just focused on escaping and no one is organizing to guard the door. If you close the door, you can still slowly climb up the wall.
Sun Jianming has always felt that his old family is a bit rigid. The reputation of the Sun family's Liangjun double-headed gun was actually very famous in his grandfather's generation.
His father inherited the heritage of the double-headed spear. He joined the army and was an eighth-grade warrior. However, his official position has never been obvious and he has never been able to rise to the top. He has been a centurion for many years, even with a miscellaneous title. None of them were able to make it.
If it had not been for the rebellion launched by the chieftains of the southwest during the late emperor's reign, and his father's unit was transferred to the southwest to quell the rebellion, and his father had achieved solid military exploits by relying on his excellent skills, he might have ended up with nothing more than He could just become a patrol officer.
Oh, even at the end of his old age, he was demoted to the rank of patrol officer.
But at least, when his father was prosperous, he could also dream.
Sun Jianming cannot endure hardships and has no talent for martial arts, so he has always wanted to learn to play chess, calligraphy, painting, recite poems and compose poems, and give himself a bit of a literati atmosphere.
In the future, if he embraces the lap of a civil servant and has the image of a Confucian general, and with his father as a guarantee, his career will definitely be much better.
Sun Jianming knew that in the Yan State, the status of generals was very high. Not to mention the Zhenbei Hou Mansion, all the generals who led troops below were also very tough in front of civilian officials;
p>
But I have my own national conditions in Daqian.
In Daqian, if military generals want to climb up and do well, they have to be the dogs of civil servants.
Even the generals of the Daqian Border Army had to kneel at the gates of their husbands’ houses after entering the capital, calling their lackeys to ask for an audience.
They also had to look at their husbands. Whether we see you or not depends on our mood.
Once upon a time, the Southwest chieftain rebellion eroded the Southwest for ten years, and it was a tattooed-faced general who finally put down the rebellion;
He committed crimes in his early years and was sent to the army with tattoos on his face. , step by step, he climbed up the ranks by relying on military merit, and finally he was able to enter the court and enter the Privy Council because of the suppression of the great rebellion.
At that time, the military generals seemed to see that the day when they would be proud and proud was really coming. In the Privy Council, there was actually a place for our military generals to gain a foothold.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. The inspirational idol of all military commanders of that era had only stood in the Privy Council for less than half a year before he was exterminated by the Nine Clan for being suspected of treason.
The person who took charge of this case was Xianggong Han, the chief minister of the dynasty.
The hope that Daqian Wuren had finally raised was extinguished, and a basin of cold water was poured on him.
His father oftenAfter drinking too much at night, I would wipe my tears and miss the tattooed husband.
After all, his father had followed the assassinated brother-in-law in the Southwest to fight the rebellion.
So, Sun Jianming is very practical. He feels that he is not a very capable person. Since he cannot change the rules, he should adapt to them;
He has made friends with many literati. I also visited many civil servants and tried my best to create my own literary style as a military commander.
But his father succeeded in tricking him. Originally he could only be regarded as a dull, unsociable and flattering old father. In the past few years, he seemed to have some problems with his brain as he approached old age.
Anti-civilian officials and military generals, the civil officials get rich, and the military generals drink the blood of soldiers. This has been a tacit understanding between civil and military officials for hundreds of years.
His father offended both sides and was relegated along the way. As a result, his career was frustrated because of his father. There was nothing he could do about it. In this era, it is important to be a hero and a hero. I have a brain disease and this son is older. Maybe he's not very smart either.
Thinking of this,
Sun Jianming’s mouth showed a smile.
He always felt that his father was confused. When people get old, they accept death and become stubborn!
But it turned out that his father was right,
Yanren,
his mother is really here!
A long time ago, his father once told him that when the assassin-faced Xianggong led them to suppress the rebellion in the southwest, he once said:
The rebellion of the chieftains in the southwest, no matter how big it is, But in the end, nothing will happen. The real threat to Daqian is the Yan people, who have been fighting against the barbarians for hundreds of years with the power of one country!
Therefore, his father would pay attention to the news about the Yan Kingdom every year, especially the news about the Marquis Mansion in Beifeng County, from friends, the court, and the caravans.
In the past few years, there was often news about which tribe the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion had used to defeat the barbarians and which tribe it had destroyed. His father frowned.
In recent years, there have been very few similar news, and they have almost disappeared. However, his father's brows have become even more furrowed.
He smiled and asked his father if this was a good thing?
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 shout, show their teeth, and Dare to test;
Over the past few years, wars have almost disappeared, proving that the barbarians have been suppressed and submissive.
Once the barbarians submit,
the Yan people’s hands will be free.
Sun Jianming tilted his head and glanced down.
On the steps going downstairs, there were already barbarian soldiers coming up.
Isn’t that right? Dad, not only did the Yan people free their hands, but it seemed that the Yan people had subdued the barbarians. Those wearing Yan people’s armor, how could they be Yan people? People are clearly barbarians!
Sun Jianming moved his body, took a deep breath, and raised the crossbow again.
He actually didn’t know why he didn’t leave. He had actually been rushed away by the garrison who rushed into the city, but he came back again by accident.
In the small warehouse above the city tower, there are actually quite a few bows and crossbows, at least there are a few of them, but no one uses them.
He took a crossbow and sat against the wall.
He didn’t know if his father had gone to heaven now. He probably died not long ago, so he probably hadn’t had time to go to heaven to bless him yet.
But I still encountered that Yan army leaving the city,
Zhi Niang thief,
This group of Yan people only has three to four hundred riders!
But in this city, there are more than thousands of armed people?
A huge sense of absurdity hit Sun Jianming's heart,
Then the anger in his heart became even stronger.
In the whole city, his father was the only one who took the ancestral double-headed gun and took the initiative to hit the Yan people, but...
Oh.
At this moment,
A figure came out,
"Buzz!"
Sun Jianming pulled the button without hesitation He pulled the trigger and fired the crossbow arrow, but it hit the door panel.
It turned out that the leading barbarian soldier blocked a wall panel on the ground in front of him as a shield.
The crossbow arrow actually penetrated half of the wall panel, but after losing its strength, it failed to penetrate the barbarian soldier's armor.
It was too late to wind it up again. The barbarians rushed over from behind.
Sun Jianming picked up the knife and slashed forward.
"Bang!"
In just one encounter, the knife in Sun Jianming's hand was deflected by the collision. His wrist tightened and the knife fell to the ground.
Then,
three or four weapons struck him directly, knocking him to the ground.
There is no earth-shattering battle, there is no fighting between you and me, and there is no heroism to support others before death.
Myself,
in In front of this group of barbarian soldiers,
weak as a small quail.
On his deathbed,
Sun Jianming had some regrets.
He regretted that he clearly had a father who was an eighth-grade martial artist.
However, he has been focusing most of his energy on playing chess, calligraphy and painting.
In the end, as a general's disciple, he couldn't even hold a knife firmly.
His father is gone, and it’s time for him to go too.
Fortunately,
I finally seized the opportunity and
shot the leader of the other party to death.
That guy actually rode out alone and stood under the tower in a daze,
Haha,
He must be a fool!
………
“My lord? Your lord? Your lord?”
“Ahem, cough, cough…”
< p>ZhengFan coughed, and when he fell off the horse, his whole back hit the ground. Coupled with the weight of the armor on his body, the fall was really heavy."My lord, don't move. I'll help you get the arrow."
Liang Cheng has a zombie body, so he can keep the tip of the spear in his body first. He waited until he was free to deal with it, but Zheng Fan was not the one to do it.
The crossbow arrow hit Zheng Fan's heart. If it was not handled carefully, it would most likely endanger Zheng Fan's life.
Zheng Fan shook his head, reached out and grabbed the crossbow bolt inserted into his armor, and pulled it out without waiting for Liang Cheng to stop him.
"Crack..."
The expected splash of blood did not appear, and Zheng Fan sat up slowly,
shaking his head. :
"I'm fine."
As he spoke, Zheng Fan began to untie his armor, reached in and took out a stone,
He smiled and said,
"You know, before we set off, the blind man once told me not to take him with me anymore. Fortunately, I didn't listen to him."
Son, you saved dad’s life again!
After speaking, Zheng Fan coughed a few more times.
At this time, the group of barbarian soldiers who went up had already brought down Sun Jianming's head.
He is worthy of being the character who once founded X Cult and was subjected to 404 in the comics.
The brainwashing effect is indeed very powerful.
The feelings of these barbarian soldiers towards Zheng Fan , is a fear that goes deep into the bone marrow, and at the same time carries an extremely strong attachment.
They were extremely angry at the Qianguo people who almost killed their master.
"Master, take his head back and let the third master cut his head into a bowl and use it for drinking!"
Several barbarians suggested.
In their hearts, Xue San, who once personally performed "use your skull as a bowl" in front of them, this kind of punishment is the most cruel in the world, and even the soul cannot rest in peace after death. .
"No need."
Zheng Fan shook his head. In the final analysis, it was still his fault. Why did he run out of the queue and stand downstairs in a daze when he had nothing to do.
It’s still too smooth, and I feel slack.
However, as soon as he said what he said, he was slapped in the face. He said that this is a city with only one man. Well, the second man stood up immediately.
However, there are only two.
Zheng Fan got on his horse and signaled that he was fine. The others also got on their horses one after another. They first went to the slope where they had rested before.
A tomb was erected there, and the body of the old man with a gun was buried inside. Some stones were piled on top. As for the inscriptions, the conditions did not allow it, and it was too difficult for this gang. The barbarian soldiers' cultural level has reached a new level.
As for the remaining remains of the dead barbarian soldiers, they were not buried because Zheng Fan requested that they be taken with him.Return with the body.
"Can you turn them into zombies?" Zheng Fan asked Liang Cheng.
"It's not possible now, but it should be possible in the future." Liang Cheng replied.
"Then take their bodies back and keep them well first."
"Yes."
"You, give me that head "
Zheng Fan pointed at a barbarian soldier, who immediately stepped forward and handed Sun Jianming's head to Zheng Fan.
“Tsk, this is a case of dying with eyes open.”
Sun Jianming’s eyes were still open.
Zheng Fan reached out and wiped it, but failed to close the other person's eyes.
Zheng Fan knows some scientific explanations for this phenomenon. It is probably because the eyelid muscles lose tension, causing the eye fissures to expand and making it impossible to close the eyes.
However, Zheng Fan did not intend to take his head back. Instead, he walked to the grave and placed Sun Jianming's head beside the grave.
"You two are in charge, let's be companions here. I guess you will have something in common."
After that,
Zheng Fan looked up again and glanced at Mianzhou City in the distance,
turned around,
ordered:
"Let's go back!"
A group of cavalry rode on horseback and disappeared into the night.
The evening breeze blew over the grave,
Other than that, there was only deep silence.
But the eyes of the head,
slowly closed at this moment...