Chapter two hundred and sixtieth sign up and sign down
Six hundred and seventy pairs of eyes looked at the bundle of wooden picks at the same time, and none of their eyes fell on the short picks inside.
A small wooden stick determines a person's life or death. Whether he can survive or not depends entirely on his luck.
"In order to prove your loyalty to me, the nine people who got the long lot must kill the person who got the short lot together. Only in this way can the general believe that you are really loyal to me and really change your mind and accept what I give you."
This is your last chance!"
After saying that, Shi Dayong stopped talking nonsense and raised his hand to shout: "Be on guard, anyone who acts rashly will be killed!"
Immediately, the Changping soldiers raised their muskets in unison, closely monitored the captive soldiers, and stared at them motionlessly. There was no sympathy, no pity, only anger and anger - if it weren't for these eggless gangs,
You coward, this battle wouldn't have been so miserable, and so many brothers shouldn't have died in this![
Not far away, Cao Bianjiao led the remaining 180 wolf cavalry and appeared in the sight of the captive soldiers. Although there were not many of them, they were still so terrifying. The swords at their waists were held beside them, and the swords were shining brightly.
If you practice it, you will be fascinated.
The expressions of the prisoners changed rapidly, as if they were wondering whether they should draw the lot. The soldiers from the Beijing camp who were watching the excitement became even more energetic. It was the first time they saw this method of military law enforcement, and they gathered together to laugh and discuss.
He didn't take the Jinzhou Army seriously at all. He had no sympathy for the captured soldiers who were going to be executed. Instead, he was eager to see which unlucky ones would win the short-term lottery. There were even a few soldiers who started to play.
Betting on the handicap, the betting is very simple, choose the two teams on the side to bet on, if you bet on the short draw, you will lose even, and the rest will go to the banker.
The soldiers in the Beijing Camp were all shackles, and the greatest pleasure when they were out on the field was to make money. So when they saw someone opening the market, the soldiers in the Beijing Camp immediately started gambling. They never thought that their happiness was based on the pain of those deserters.
superior.
The laughter and chatter from the soldiers in the Beijing camp reached Shi Dayong's ears, which made him a little annoyed. If it were in the past, he would have driven them away, and even captured them to teach them a lesson. Now, however,
I could only suppress my anger, glance at them coldly, and ignore them.
The defeated troops were brought over by Zhao Shunshui from the Qianhu household in the Beijing Camp. He was standing there with his two Baihu households, stamping his feet and talking and laughing with the two Baihu households. He suddenly caught a glimpse of the masked general of the Jinzhou Army.
He glanced at himself coldly and couldn't help but cursed: "Bah, I'm just a general, what's the big deal!"
One of the two hundred households nearby smiled and persuaded: "Thousand households, don't be as smart as that thief. They kill their people, let's look at ours."
The other one lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "As a humble official, I heard from the father-in-law of the Royal Horse Prison that the general in Jinzhou has offended Eunuch Gao and will not be able to live well for a few days."
"Oh?" Zhao Shunshui pondered for a while, with a ferocious smile on his face, "No wonder he was so tense just now. It turns out that the general has offended our Eunuch Gao. Hehe, there are many war horses in the Jinzhou Army. We have to say hello to the Royal Horse Supervisor.
He eats meat in the Yongwei camp, so why should he give us some soup to drink?"
"That's right, not all the good things in the world can be passed down to the Yongwei camp. At least half of the Jinzhou Army's horses must be given to us."
The two households laughed and agreed, and one of them glanced at the group of soldiers who were placing bets, and his heart was very hot. When Zhao Shunshui saw it, he kicked him over with a smile and a curse. Then
Hundreds of households were so happy that they rushed to the gang of gamblers, pulled them apart, grabbed their sleeves, and drank: "I am a banker, I take as much as I can, damn, if you want to win money, hurry up
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Shi Dayong's words couldn't be more clear. The Jinzhou Army, which was facing a formidable enemy, was not false. The prisoners all knew that if they refused to draw lots, they would definitely die immediately.
But I only kill one out of ten people, and the chance of winning the short lottery is only one in ten. This means that I have a 90% chance of being drawn alive. If I am drawn, I will die immediately if I don't draw. If I am drawn, I may not die.
Bless, Buddha bless, never let me win that short lottery
In the face of life and death, no one does not think without thinking. They pray secretly, or talk about various gods and goddesses, or even talk about the spirits of their parents in heaven to protect them.
Almost all the captive soldiers believed that luck was on their side, and they never thought about what would happen if they won the short lottery.
There is a commotion in the silence, a commotion in the heart.
"The time has come!"
Shi Dayong didn't have time to wait for the captive soldiers to make their mental decisions, and he didn't care what they thought, because the lottery was bound to draw suspicion, and he must kill this man.
He shouted coldly: "Start drawing lots!"[
Immediately, four teams of Changping soldiers rushed forward under the leadership of officers. They held the roster and asked for signatures. They moved quickly and deftly.
One group of Changping soldiers holding long swords was led by General Song Qing, followed by Wuqiao scholar Zhao Xueqi. He walked tremblingly in front of the easternmost group of captured soldiers, holding ten pieces of wood in his hand.
After signing, he reached out his hand to the deserter at the front with some reluctance.
When the wooden sign is really placed in front of me, it doesn't feel like simply believing that luck is on my side.
When the threat of death is close at hand and the hope of survival is close at hand, how many people are still willing to face death?
The deserters had little courage to begin with, let alone any bloodiness, otherwise they would have joined the army after the rebels. The gunfire from the rebels just now drained away their last bit of courage. At this time, they were like walking zombies.
What kind of resistance is there?
Almost at the same time, the deserters thought of the thick quicksand river ice and that freezing night. Their noses were filled with the smell of blood. In addition to the murderous Liao army before them, there were also corpses and human bodies lying everywhere.
The limbs and internal organs, as well as Xun Hong's rotten head, told them clearly that the Liao soldiers in front of them not only killed people without blinking an eye, but also experienced bloody fighting to save their lives.
In front of these Liao soldiers crawling out from the dead, there is only one result for resistance - death!
The heartbeat of the group of deserters immediately accelerated, and the deserter at the front had a frighteningly green face and was shaking even more fiercely than Zhao Xueqi.
"The first team begins to draw lots!" Song Qing shouted fiercely, his ferocious gaze falling on the face of the deserter at the front, "You come first!"
The ten captive soldiers in this team came from the same place. They were all from Qiaoxian County, North Zhili. They were coerced into becoming thieves after Kong Youde's rebels crossed the border. Although they were forced to become thieves, they more or less followed.
Daliu has done some things that make his conscience uneasy. There are even two people with blood on their hands. Now, it might be a kind of reckoning for them.
Out of ten people, nine can live and one will die. Who is the one who deserves to die? Will the one I draw be life or death?
The deserters hesitated. They stared blankly at the wooden sign in Zhao Xueqi's hand, especially the one at the front. They were in great pain and did not dare to reach out.
The same scene was played out in the four teams at the same time. Their expressions, movements, and even their eyes were the same, as if they were carved from the same mold.
"Hurry up!"
Song Qing was impatient to wait. What about the 60th and 70th teams? If every team is like this mother-in-law and mother-in-law, when will it be over?
Song Qing was disgusted with these captured soldiers who escaped from the battlefield. Although some of them were once his subordinates, he also devoted a lot of effort to make them form an army as soon as possible and go into battle as soon as possible. But when they suddenly dispersed
, Song Qing’s first thought was to kill them all! Not killing these cowardly gangsters is not enough to satisfy his hatred, nor is it enough to comfort his subordinates who died in heroic battles! It is not enough to let those comrades who fought side by side in Liaodong land rest in peace.
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Now the general gives them another way to live, and only kills one out of ten. This is really a bodhisattva's heart. If you want to say, it's better to kill them all. What can you do with these wastes? Look at them, they are such cowards. Where can they find a man?
Sample.
But since the general said to kill him at eleven, let him kill at eleven. I don’t know which guy will be unlucky enough to receive this blow.
Song Qing's eyes looked over one by one, and his scalp was numb when he saw the deserters beating their drums.
"Hurry up!" After another scolding, the deserter at the front finally stretched out his hand tremblingly. His military uniform had been torn and tattered, like a beggar's. There were marks on his shoulders and back.
There are blood marks and traces of whipping, which should be due to being beaten by the Beijing soldiers before. His face is honest and honest, and there is no trace of treachery or cunning that makes people disgusted.
Under the gaze of his companions behind him, his hand slowly reached above the wooden pick, stopped there, glanced at Zhao Xueqi, swallowed hard, passed his finger across the wooden pick, and suddenly pulled out a wooden stick.
Sign it!
Wow![
He didn't dare to look at what he had hit, and closed his eyes instinctively. There was silence around him, but he seemed to hear his companion's breathing suddenly getting heavier.
Song Qing's slight hum came to his ears, "You're lucky, you have a long-term contract and live, get over there!"
Long term visa? Live!
The deserter was immediately as ecstatic as if he had escaped from the sky. Song Qing's words were as sweet as the sounds of nature. His body kept shaking due to excessive excitement, even more than before. He immediately took a deep breath and relaxed.
.Some looked back at the other nine people with complicated expressions, murmured slightly, then lowered their heads and walked slowly to the side without saying anything.
Zhao Xueqi curled his lips. He didn't want to be the first one to draw the dead lottery. This would be too disrespectful.
The faces of the other nine people were so ugly, they were both envious and worried. It would be great if he was the one who won the short lottery!
The chance of survival was reduced by 10%, and the psychological fear was inexplicably increased.