"Master Marquis, take care!" Heimuke lowered his head and was escorted away by the soldiers with a dejected look on his face.
Qiao Langzui and others looked at each other in confusion. Wasn't the atmosphere just fine just now? Why did it suddenly change?
They thought that Hei Muke would be punished, but they never thought that he would be executed.
For young third-level warriors like Hei Muke, if they make mistakes in major forces, their lives will usually not be fatal. After all, training costs a lot, and it is not easy to cultivate a warrior with good qualifications.
"Master Hou..." Seeing Hei Muke being taken away, Qiao Lang moved his lips and couldn't help but want to intercede.
But when he met Li Wenhao's cold eyes, he finally lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.
He didn't know why, but the boy he wanted to salute when he met him in Li Mansion became so scary that he didn't even dare to say anything to Li Wenhao.
"Buzz," a clumsy black crow emerged from Qiao Lang's head.
"That's it?" Li Wenhao's eyes narrowed and he looked a little depressed when he looked at the legion logo popping up above Qiao Lang's head.
To be honest, he was just about to take Qiao Lang out and chop him for the crime he committed. How could he chop him now?
Hei Muke has already been lost, and if he kills another fourth-level warrior, his Fire Crow Army will not be so arrogant.
"For the next few of you who are guilty, each of you will receive fifty military sticks. Pull them down."
"Thank you, Lord Marquis!" Qiao Lang and the others quickly knelt down on one knee to express their gratitude. If they hadn't done it before Hei Muke's execution, they would have felt it was a bit heavy.
Now comparing the two, it is an unexpected surprise. The sun is coming out from the west, okay.
"Thank you, Lord Marquis!" After Qiao Lang stood up, he bowed seriously again.
He is not stupid, he knows that Li Wenhao has his heart to protect him, and the following crimes are not trivial. If he is punished, it will definitely be enough to kill him.
But if several people are punished and the blame is shared, it will be much lighter if it falls on everyone.
"Hey, Hei Muke, this stupid boy, wants to find someone to share the burden for him, but he can't find one?"
After Qiao Lang and others left, Li Wenhao muttered in frustration, got up and walked out.
After such a long time, he didn't want to wait any longer and planned to go to the prisoner camp to have a look. The nights were long and there were many dreams. It was better to strike while the iron was hot and capture Black Valley City as soon as possible.
On the lawn outside the main hall.
"Woooo," Little Fatty led a group of little Gale Wolf cubs, running around happily, like a general leading an army of thousands of horses.
When he saw Li Wenhao coming out with his soldiers, he squirmed his fat little body and ran over.
Under the shade of a tree in the distance, there is a soft tea table. Li Xiangxiang is being served by a group of palace maids, her face is covered with fruits, and she is leisurely closing her eyes and concentrating.
It’s true that the mistress is the king when the heroine is not at home!
"snort!"
Li Wenhao glanced unhappily, picked up the little chubby boy, and said with a smile: "Play at home, daddy goes out to do errands, and I will bring you delicious food when I come back."
"Woo, woo," Little Fatty nodded his little head and gestured back and forth with his little paws.
"Do you want to play with the soul-suppressing bell?" Li Wenhao had a toothache, but unfortunately when he met the little chubby little eyes, he still nodded and took out the soul-suppressing bell from his arms: "I can play with it for you, but don't scare people around with the bell."
"Woo!" Little Fatty snorted impatiently, hung a soul-calming bell around his neck, turned around and ran away with his men.
Although Xiaopangdun is small, he is a divine beast after all. The spiritual power that can only be unleashed by a fifth-level strong man seems to be enough when he is born.
Although the soul-suppressing bell is not as good as before, it is still quite scary when activated with mental power.
Under the shade of the trees, a clear ringing sound of "ding bell bell," sounded.
"Ouch, oh my god!" Li Xiangxiang's body stiffened, and then "pop," she fell down and collapsed.
"Woooooooo," Little Fatty imitated the wolf's cry, and ran away happily with a group of wolf cubs.
"Little Fatty, don't let me catch you!" With the help of the palace maid, Li Xiangxiang climbed up in embarrassment and jumped angrily.
"Haha!" Li Wenhao laughed from afar. No matter what the little fat man did, he could always bring him joy.
"Tch, who are you trying to scare? Even if you catch me, why do you still dare to touch a hair?"
Riding on their scaled horses, they left the palace. Qiao Lang and the others were clattering against the board outside the palace gate, while a group of common people gathered around to watch the excitement.
"Hey, looking at this costume, he should be a leader. How come a practitioner is making trouble in public?"
"What's wrong with the cultivators? There's a notice posted at the gate of the government office. Hei Muke, the leader of the death camp, will release prisoners of war privately and will be executed in three days!"
"No way. Hei Muke is a member of the Hei family. Do you want to be killed?"
"What's wrong with the Hei family? We, the Marquis, are killing people from seven families and eight surnames, but we still care about the Hei family. This old guy, Haige, has really screwed up his own son!"
Li Wenhao listened to these discussions from a distance, with a calm face, and walked onto the street surrounded by soldiers.
Different from yesterday's desolation, Yucha's army was defeated, the royal city was no longer threatened, and the people felt at ease.
As the lockdown order was lifted in the early morning, the four doors were wide open, people were coming and going on the streets, and business and travel convoys could be seen everywhere, making it very lively.
There is a white line drawn in the middle of the street. Pedestrians and vehicles must keep to the right. Soldiers from the city defense battalion patrol every intersection, and everything is in good order.
"Crackling," a burst of firecrackers sounded.
Li Wenhao thought it was the restaurant that had opened, so he took a casual look at it and almost laughed out loud.
"What kind of fame does this Li Fu have? How can he achieve this level of cultivation?"
"Public restrooms are open for business, no charge, no charge, welcome to patronize!" Several soldiers from the city defense camp shouted, beating gongs and drums.
However, the public toilets are too luxurious and there are so many people watching the excitement that not many people go in and try them out.
The gate of the prisoner-of-war camp was very lively. The generals of the new second battalion, the new third battalion, and the new fourth battalion were all busy recruiting people.
It was like buying vegetables in a vegetable market, with faces red and ears red, and prisoners of war, numbered in a queue of a hundred, were led away one by one.
"Our New Third Battalion suffered the heaviest losses this time. This group of practitioners must be ours!"
"Your new third battalion has selected three teams of cultivators. This team is our new second battalion's turn!"
"Why is it your new second battalion's turn? It's obviously our new fourth battalion's turn!"
"What are you arguing about?" In a group of thousands of households, Hato walked in with a bandage on his body and a stern face: "Stop arguing, this team must be from our new third battalion!"
The Qianhu of the New Second Battalion and the New Fourth Battalion are depressed. The highest number of generals who select prisoners is no more than Qianhu. How shameless is it that you, the commander, personally go into battle?
"Did you hear that, this team is still ours!" Qianhu from the New Third Battalion was proud, with his belly puffed out as if he had won the battle.
"Hatto, this guy is not afraid of getting worse!"
Li Wenhao shook his head helplessly and entered the prison camp from the side without disturbing them.
The prisoner camp is actually the prison of the royal city. It has been renovated. Above the ground, there are rows of houses, filled with prisoners of war.
Li Wenhao took a brief look and found that all the prisoners of war from the Langya Army had been recruited by each battalion, and most of the prisoners of war from the Mohan Army had also been reduced, leaving only five or six thousand people.
The remaining prisoners of war will be sent to the mines and craftsman camps to work as coolies, and will not be released after three years.
"Master Hou!"
Entering the underground level, which is the real prison, Ma Kui led several guards in uniforms to greet him.
"How is the interrogation going for those Sand people?" Li Wenhao took a look at the blood stains on Ma Kui and others and asked in a deep voice.
The Sha people are alien humans, the riders of three thousand mysterious beasts and camels. They usually wear white robes all over their bodies and look like ordinary people.
After peeling off their white robes, I discovered that these people were very special. Their skin and hair were pale and dry, as if they had been air-dried. It was really scary.