Chapter 79: The ridicule is also first, and the courage is lost!
Yang Hong hooked his fingers behind him, and several elite soldiers of the Ming Dynasty with sinister faces and ferocious eyes rushed forward with ferocious smiles, holding down Xi Ning's four legs, and one of them pulled out the gun from his waist.
The sword filled with cold light was swung down involuntarily, followed by a shrill scream that sounded like a dying wild dog, and a pool of blood flew up.
Borshu and the others looked at the severed hand that was thrown aside and was still twitching freely. Their faces were deathly white and their eyes were frozen in their sockets. In addition to fear in their eyes, there was also the despair that was about to be felt deeply. There was a feeling in their throats.
He was blocked with a lump of feces and could not make a sound.
The people next to him were already prepared. They roughly pressed a piece of prepared cotton cloth on the wound of the woman, and then wrapped it tightly with a strip of cloth. After that, they did the same to Xi Ning's other severed limbs.
Brew...
Looking at Xi Ning who was already in pain, watching his hands and feet being cut off and thrown away, screaming so hard that his vocal cords broke, Yang Hong spat on the ground viciously, turned away in disgust, and ignored
He straightened his long beard that was ruffled by the strong wind and walked towards Nabel Shu and the others.
Seeing this white-haired old general who was full of evil spirit approaching step by step. Seeing that his four legs were chopped off by several Ming elites behind him, but he was still alive and wanted to die. Xining, Borshu and others
My heart immediately went cold**.
"King Yang, do you really want to drive away our Wasi envoy and kill them all?" Borshu tried his best to retreat, but was blocked by his companions. His voice was already crying. "I'm just an attaché of the envoy."
, I hope King Yang will not hurt the harmony between the two countries..."
"Why are you panicking? I am a dignified first-class official of the Ming Dynasty. I am the Zuo Governor of the Rear Army Governor's Palace. I am the general commander of tens of thousands of elite divisions in the border towns of Xuanfu. How can I kill some trash who doesn't even have the courage? What I want you to do is
Go and tell Ye Xian. Xi Ning is a traitor to the Ming Dynasty, and his crime should be punished by the nine tribes. These are disciples who betray their master and forget their ancestors. He Xian has the nerve to use him as an envoy, so he is not afraid of hurting Wa's face.
Have you lost all of them?" Yang Hong glanced at Borshu and the others with contempt, and shouted in a deep voice, "Keep all your weapons and get out."
Hearing this, everyone in Wa Ci who thought they would die couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Hearing this, Borshu's knees, which were almost weak and fell to the ground, finally found the strength to support themselves.
Before they could finish walking tremblingly under the watchful eye of those Ming cavalry, they heard Yang Hong's shout again. "When you go back and tell me first, if you sincerely make peace with me, the Ming Dynasty, put down your weapons and send me to the emperor."
Return home, otherwise I won’t be so polite next time.”
"Don't worry, Prince Yang, I will definitely convey your wishes to my prince." Borshu forced out an ugly smile, followed his companions with a gray head and a gray face and left in a hurry. As for Xi Ning, it's none of his business.
"If he was really one of our Mongolian men, maybe I would still stand up for him. Damn, he is just a castrate who can only show off behind his back and has no eggs. If it hadn't been for him, maybe this wouldn't have happened."
Borshu finally ran to his mount, got on his horse, and followed his companions away in a hurry. The more he thought about it, the more he became filled with hatred for Xi Ning.
Gao Yun was the last one to climb onto the horse. Looking back, he saw Yang Hong's figure with flying white beard. He couldn't help but clasped his fists and bowed in salute. He gave a loud shout and rode up to follow the tile spirits.
He rode the horse and galloped away. Although the excitement and excitement in his heart could not be vented, at this moment, his drooping face was completely filled with a happy smile...
"Grand Governor..." Yang Hong, who looked at the hurried backs of the Tatars and Gao Yun's horse, with a meaningful smile on his face, suddenly heard the sound of galloping hooves behind him.
, and roared with excitement, he couldn't help but turn his head, and saw a soldier who was left behind in the mansion galloping towards him with a joyful expression on his face, turned over and jumped off his mount and fell to the ground: "To the Commander-in-Chief, please pay homage to me.
The envoys from the court have come to propose that the Governor should be promoted to the title of Marquis of Changping for his contribution to guarding the capital and guarding the imperial tiles of the Xuan Mansion. I also ask the Governor to respond to the order as soon as possible."
"Marquis Changping? Haha... I don't know if Your Majesty will regret what I did today after knowing what I did today." Yang Hong was slightly startled, and then said with a low smile. "Come here, put that Xining in
Put it in the wooden box and take it with you..."
"Follow the Governor's orders!"
After galloping until night, they finally got away from Xuanfu Town and Yanghong, which frightened them. When they arrived at the foot of the Great Wall, the Waci Mission and his party were sitting around a bonfire, biting into the prepared beef and mutton.
He did it, but the fear in his heart had not dissipated, and the whispers were like countless annoying blowflies hovering in front of the fire.
"Xining is dead, what should we do now? The credentials, honors, and even our scimitars and bows and arrows were all left in the Xuan Mansion. I wonder how angry the prince will be if we go back like this?"
"Then will King Yang deliberately let us run away and then send troops to kill us?" A Waqi cavalryman couldn't help but think of the most common method used by tribes on the grassland to fight.
"Shut up, you bastards. Do you want to be whipped? Are you warriors on the grassland scared out of your wits?" Borshu, who was disturbed by the comments of his subordinates, couldn't help but get angry loudly.
He shouted, and in an instant, the Waqi cavalry, who had been chattering like a group of panicked rats, couldn't help but stop their noises and discussions, and buried their heads one after another.
When Borshu saw this scene, he breathed a secret sigh of relief. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged and sat down by the campfire. Like chewing wax, he rubbed the beef jerky with a light salty taste with his teeth, feeling in his heart.
The edges are messy.
When they came south, the Wazi envoys were so arrogant that they were now like a group of guinea pigs that were chased by hunters and were struggling to survive in a dark cave. Their hearts were full of fear and nervousness.
The tension reached the extreme, and my mind kept recalling the scene in front of the post house, where the white-bearded and white-haired King Yang, who was as fierce as a blood-devouring ferocious beast, whipped Xi Ning with a riding crop, and those few
The elite soldiers of the Ming Dynasty mercilessly cut off Na Xining's limbs and put them into a wooden box in front of everyone.
Along the way, when they thought of a big living person who had his body chopped off and put into a wooden box, but still alive, almost everyone had the urge to vomit. They had also killed people, and they also used various methods to kill people.
They used cruel methods to kill the hostile tribes, as well as the soldiers and civilians in the border towns of the Ming Dynasty. But today, when they watched Na Xining's fate, they didn't even have the slightest courage to resist.
For scum like Xi Ning, it is really suitable for him to understand easily with one knife.
