In the lobby of the Ping'an County government office, painful wails were heard. The lobby of the county government office, which was hung with an upright and upright plaque, now looked more like the lobby of a judge in hell. It was bloody and frightening. Su Hui killed Su Hui without his legs.
He was wailing like a pig, but there was no trace of pity in the eyes of the people around him.
Some are just anger, and there is also a cold murderous aura that can devour the soul.
Zhou Yangong was helped by the soldiers to sit on Su Hui's magistrate's chair, and then placed his imperial envoy's seal on the table. The seal was wrapped in yellow silk, but at this time, it could no longer be seen from the seal.
Blood dripping down.
Zhou Yangong's legs seemed to have lost all their strength. For the first time, he felt such a complete sense of powerlessness. Confusion, panic, fear, despair, these emotions came one after another before, and their speed of change was beyond the limit.
His ability to bear it. When he picked up the knife and stood next to Liu Yong, he was actually desperate.
This time when he went south, Zhou Yangong had no ceremonial guard or colorful flags. All he had was a bright red Han Dynasty war flag brought by Wang Xiaoniu. This flag was brought back from the Yuzhou battlefield. It was incomplete, with damaged corners and blood stains.
The flag is stained, but it is perfect and spotless.
Wang Xiaoniu cut the battle flag into four pieces with a knife, folded them squarely, and placed them on the dead Paoze's chest. He personally put the dead Paoze into a set of clean clothes and sewed up the missing head with thick linen thread.
On the neck, he touched his eyes with his own hands.
They were all warriors, and although their death was tragic, it was even more tragic. They did not die by the enemy's sword, but died in the hands of their compatriots. When the murderous knife appears behind you, it is far more dangerous than when it appears in front of you.
Perhaps they died with overwhelming hatred and resentment, complaining about why their compatriots raised the butcher's knife against their families?
Zhou Yangong looked coldly at Su Hui, who was rolling back and forth on the ground and wailing, and at Su Huai, who was gritting his teeth to prevent himself from screaming and biting his lip. There was also a horizontal knife in Zhou Yangong's sight, flashing
Sharp light.
"What's your name? Who ordered you to come?"
Zhou Yangong looked directly into Su Huai's eyes and asked calmly.
"Is my name important? Who ordered it? Do you think I will tell you?"
Su Huai asked back.
Zhou Yangong nodded and said seriously: "If I know your name, then I will cut off your head. If I know who ordered you to come, I will find a way to cut off his head, and then I can tell you
My dead companions, I have avenged their revenge."
Su Huai's body visibly stiffened, then he laughed twice, pointed at his legs without feet and asked: "Is this your method of revenge? Nothing more than that!"
Zhou Yangong shook his head: "No, cutting off your feet is not my order."
His tone was flat and scary: "If I were the one who ordered it, I would have them chop off each toe one by one. They would not chop off both your feet directly."
He said: "I know what you are thinking. You must be thinking that you are bound to die anyway, why should I tell you? Since you are bound to die, it is better to keep the secret. Maybe the life and death of your family is in the hands of that person
, that’s why you have scruples?”
Zhou Yangong supported his body and stood up, and walked slowly to Su Huai: "It's not that you don't want to betray your master in exchange for a chance to survive. You don't say it, just because you can't see the hope of living.
"
Zhou Yangong glanced at Su Huai's injured leg, which was bleeding profusely, and said with some regret: "Even if you lose both legs, it doesn't make you lose your mind. That's good."
Su Huai's eyes lit up, and he seemed to hear a glimmer of hope for life from Zhou Yangong's tone. He didn't want to die, just as Zhou Yangong said. If he didn't reveal the person behind it and was killed in anger, his family would
He would not be implicated. And if betraying his master could save his own life, he would do so without hesitation.
"If I told you, would you let me live?"
He stared into Zhou Yangong's eyes, and his voice trembled like a broken gong.
"Won't."
Zhou Yangong shook his head.
"But I can make you die quickly, and I have the ability to ensure that your family will not be implicated."
Su Huai was stunned, then smiled bitterly.
Zhou Yangong glanced at Su Hui, the magistrate of Ping'an County who was still wailing, and then at Wang Xiaoniu, who understood. Wang Xiaoniu strode over, picked up Su Hui's front, and said with a sinister smile: "You are giving the order to kill someone.
At that moment, you should have realized that you would also be brutally killed."
He carried Su Hui and dragged him to the bodies of the four dead brothers. He pointed at Pao Ze's body and yelled, "Did you see it? How many times did they get stabbed on their bodies? I'll cut you twice as many!"
Kicking Su Hui to the ground, Wang Xiaoniu drew out his horizontal knife. At his signal, two soldiers rushed forward and held Su Hui down. Wang Xiaoniu squatted down with red eyes and tore open Su Hui's wrist.
clothes, and then used a knife to cut a long wound on Su Hui's chest.
Due to excessive blood loss, Su Hui's face turned frighteningly pale. He suddenly stopped screaming and watched helplessly as his chest was almost opened by the knife, but his internal organs were not exposed. The hand of this knife was very stable.
, cut open his skin and muscles, but only narrowly missed disemboweling him.
"one"
Wang Xiaoniu grinned and counted.
"two"
With the second knife, Wang Xiaoniu cut off one of Su Hui's ears. One side of his originally symmetrical face was immediately covered in blood, and where the ear was missing, there was only a small black hole that was still bleeding.
"three"
Wang Xiaoniu cut Su Hui's forehead for the third time. There was not much blood left, but the wound became more hideous and terrifying. Su Hui, who had lost consciousness, lay on the ground blankly, his eyes dead. He didn't even continue.
He shouted, but he was as stiff as a corpse that had been dead for a long time, but his heartbeat and pulse were deliberately proving that he was still alive.
"Four"
For the fourth knife, Wang Xiaoniu chose a very cruel position. He used the blade to pry open Su Hui's mouth, and then cut off Su Hui's tongue with the tip of the knife. A stream of black blood came out of Su Hui's mouth,
The blood was as thick as simmered chicken soup. These cuts were extremely cruel, but he didn't even blink an eye.
The soldiers standing in the lobby of the county government watched this scene coldly. No one thought it was cruel, and no one sympathized with Su Hui's fate. They were all veterans who had fought hundreds of battles on the battlefield and had early hearts.
They are as hard as a rock. Their hearts are cold enough and hot enough. Their blood is boiling for the people who share life and death with them. But for the scum who kill their own people from behind, their hearts are as solid as ten thousand years of ice.
"enough!"
Su Huai's voice trembled so much that it seemed like his heart was beating in his mouth.
"Kill him."
He looked at Zhou Yangong with pleading eyes.
When Zhou Yangong watched Wang Xiaoniu take action, he felt that his stomach was about to be pushed out of his mouth. He wanted to vomit, and he was forced to swallow the things that reached his throat several times. He knew that his face must be ugly now.
, he could also feel that his body was as cold as if he had fallen into the river in the twelfth lunar month, but he knew that he had to hold back. Even if Wang Xiaoniu did something a hundred times crueler, there would still be nothing worthy of condemnation.
No matter who it is, after fighting desperately on the front line to defend their homeland, and then being stabbed in the back when they return home, they will have overwhelming hatred in their hearts. Yes, all four soldiers were killed in the end
Thirty people, and then the soldiers killed all 300 garrison troops at once, but why did they kill people? If their skills were not as good as the garrison troops, I'm afraid they would be the only ones to be slaughtered in the end.
Zhou Yangong was a scholar, and Confucianism was deeply ingrained in his heart. Of course, Confucianism did not reject tough methods, but this kind of almost barbaric killing was still difficult for Zhou Yangong to adapt to, but he had to accept it. If he was in Sheng
During the Tang Dynasty, Zhou Yangong would never agree with Wang Xiaoniu's method when encountering such a thing. In a unified and powerful country, there are naturally countless "legal" and peaceful means to resolve disputes.
But in today's troubled times, justice must be smeared with blood. That's why he took the initiative to hint Wang Xiaoniu to do this. Wang Xiaoniu is not stupid and does not lack hatred, so he has no scruples at all.
"kill him?"
Holding back his physical discomfort, Zhou Yangong gritted his teeth and asked Su Huai.
Su Huai nodded vigorously: "Kill him and give him a happy life!"
He didn't sympathize with Su Hui, but with himself. He knew that the main purpose of the sixth-grade military attache who should be punished by a thousand cuts treated Su Hui so cruelly was to force him to reveal the mastermind behind the scenes. And he also knew that
What's more, if Su Hui couldn't bear it and died in the end, Wang Xiaoniu would use all the methods he used on Su Hui on himself.
"Kill him! I'll tell you who sent me."
Su Huai almost shouted, his voice was hoarse and crazy.
Zhou Yangong nodded, knowing that Su Huai no longer had the guts to play tricks on him anymore. Wang Xiaoniu got Zhou Yangong's acquiescence, and then smeared the knife on Su Hui's neck. Su Hui, who had almost lost all his blood, had his aorta cut.
Surprisingly, no blood spurted out. The last look he looked at Su Huai before he died was one of gratitude.
Su Huai read two words in that look, which was thank you.
There was no pain on Su Hui's face, only relief. He had killed people during his lifetime, and he had been an official in Ping'an County for ten years. He could count the number of people who died directly or indirectly at his hands. But he never thought that he had
One day, he will die miserably in the hands of others, and he will suffer such severe pain before death.
Seeing the expression of relief on his face, Wang Xiaoniu said in a low voice: "My brothers will not make it difficult for you when you get down there. You have already atone for your sins with your death. But you have to think carefully down there about how to behave in the next life!"
He deliberately emphasized the word "person" in a very desolate tone.
"Can you guarantee the safety of my family?"
Su Huai closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Zhou Yangong thought for a while, and then solemnly replied: "I can't, but I will try my best. If your family has done many evil things like you, they will also be punished."
Su Huai's expression changed, and then he smiled with relief: "They don't know anything. In their eyes, I am still a good husband and a good father. I remember that the first handwritten calligraphy I gave to my son was
'Don't ignore good deeds because they are small, and don't do evil deeds because they are small.' My son's name is Su Dinglun. He is already married and has children. They have made no mistakes and will not suffer retribution."
Zhou Yangong understood what he wanted to express, and he nodded: "I remember, your son's name is Su Dinglun, and he is a kind man."
Su Huai breathed a long sigh of relief and glanced at Zhou Yangong gratefully.
"I don't know if what I'm doing now is right or wrong, and I can't predict whether you will be able to overthrow my master, or whether you will die miserably in the hands of my master like now. But..."
Su Huai paused and smiled with relief: "This has nothing to do with me." (To be continued)
