An arrow three feet and one inch long was nailed to the executioner's throat. It was a barbed arrow.
"Yao Li·Si Gong Ya": The killing arrow means death. Although it is slightly exaggerated, the poison of the killing arrow makes many veterans of the war tremble. If it is hit, the barb will kill you if you pull it out alive. If death is stuck in the flesh, the only option is to cut out the whole piece of flesh. On the battlefield where the general may not be able to be cured in time, cutting out such a piece of flesh is like seeking death.
However, this killing arrow hit his throat and could not be gouged out no matter what. When he raised the knife, his ferocious expression froze on his face. He knelt down weakly and tried to pull out the arrow with trembling hands. , but the arrow could not be pulled out.
Yu Wenzhao felt something sticky dripping on the back of her neck. The ghost-headed knife did not fall, but fell from the executioner's hand to the ground. Then he fell headlong onto the high platform, and the pool of blood gradually spread. Before death, his eyes were still wide open, facing her face.
The sound of arrows, three consecutive arrows, was the sound made by the arrows as they cut through the air rapidly. The three arrows hit the throats of the three executioners on the high platform. Any dodge was in vain, even if one of them raised the sleeper. If you put it in front of you, the sleeper will be pierced along with your throat.
"Three consecutive arrows..."
The centurion said in a low voice, then drew out the sword from his waist and shouted to his men:
"Someone robbed the execution ground!"
He knew how terrifying this barrage of arrows was. A horse archer on the battlefield could use this to deal with two opponents of more than ten men. The infantry without shields and crossbows could only desperately push a line towards the archers under the rain of arrows. There is a way to go, but the end result is often death in the middle of the charge.
The onlookers all gasped.
When this plot, repeated thousands of times in acting novels, really happened in front of people, no one could believe it, let alone in the heavily guarded Wuhang City.
On the house next to the market entrance, a man opened the hard bow in his hand again. The two quivers he carried on his back were densely packed with arrows. There were dozens more quivers than those in Dayao's army. Come, and the shapes are not the same.
The soldiers guarding the execution platform could not imagine that there would be archers with superb shooting skills and good luck coming to rob the execution site. These people without shields had seen the previous scene of killing three people with three arrows, so they did not dare to advance. He could only hide in a blind corner blocked by a high platform.
The little official who had never seen blood since he was a child saw someone robbing the execution ground. He immediately took off his official hat and blended into the crowd under the high platform, regardless of his dignity and the consequences of settling accounts. The archer did not kill these people who were still there before. In order to ostentatiously shout to the onlookers, he condescendingly shot more than a dozen poorly concealed soldiers, then stopped drawing his bow, slipped down from the roof tiles, and disappeared into the crowd of people running away in the streets.
However, the crowded people at the market entrance could not disperse in a short while. The few government officials tried to stop these people by shouting, but it had no effect at all.
People scrambling to escape trampled each other, vendors carrying laden goods were crushed and trampled beyond recognition, children cried, women wailed, and men cursed.
The soldiers who tried their best to cover their bodies under the high platform raised their heads tremblingly, but no more arrows were heard. Some people came to the companions who had been hit by arrows, but found that there was no one injured, even the limbs hit by the arrow. .
The leading centurion among them looked at the purple lips and bluish face of the person who was hit by the arrow. He raised his hand and gave it to those who had not closed their eyes.
Those who have eyes cover their eyelids.
What kind of poison could kill a person in just one stick of incense? This centurion, who had traveled extensively in his early years, didn't know, and even if he knew, he wouldn't have time to do anything.
The person who was still alive and wearing the body just now died like this, which made the other people feel a little sad.
"Watch the prisoner, don't let her get away!"
The centurion suddenly remembered something and shouted to the people around him. When he looked back at the high platform where the heads were beheaded, he saw only the corpses of the three executioners who were gradually getting cold, but he could not see the tied ones.
people.
He and all his men looked around, but could not find the prisoner's shadow in the crowd that was about to disperse. At this time, someone said that two big men had just caught up from the audience and dragged the person away east. He just thought
If he tried to stop him, the person who moved faster around him would be hit by an arrow, and he could only watch helplessly as the person was kidnapped.
"Commander, lead a team of ten people in each team. Search for me. The city gate is still closed. Even if the ground is scraped three feet, I still have to dig out that person!"
Knowing that he might not be able to keep his position as centurion, he yelled at his men and sat down slumped.
Jiangzhou Governor's Mansion and Jiangzhou General's Mansion are located in a street with many wealthy families in Wuhang City. They cannot be regarded as inseparable from each other. They rarely move around on weekdays. They learned the news that someone was robbing the execution ground so quickly.
On par.
The two mansions where the owner was in charge of Yizhou's military and Yizhou's government affairs were furious. The former immediately took out the seal of Yizhou's general and ordered three thousand Jiangzhou infantry stationed twenty miles east of Wuhang City to block the roads around Wuhang City.
Strict interrogation of passing guests was carried out, and the latter ordered Jiangzhou's internal police officers to go out in full force to search for escaped prisoners from house to house.
Robbery of the execution ground is not a trivial matter, let alone letting the prisoner escape during the execution in Wuhang City, the capital of Jiangzhou. The prisoner was dismissed from his official post and sent to the army. The centurion who was responsible for guarding the execution ground almost lost his head and was sent to prison.
Going to the north to serve as a soldier who dares to die is almost the same as being beheaded.
It turned out that Wuhang City was in the midst of a troubled winter. For a while, cocks crowing and dogs barked. Various gossips spread among the people. Some said that the Wenzhan girl was the only daughter of a ruthless official who was framed by a traitor. Others said that she was the only daughter.
The girl belonged to a certain brothel courtesan, and the person who came to rob the court was that lover. What's more, it was said that the girl was the heir to a certain ruined martial arts sect, but it was closest to the truth.
The Jiangzhou infantry who worked day and night to block the roads outside Wuhang City found nothing after more than a month of interrogation. The search inside the city even ended without any success after encountering great resistance when reaching the residences of some wealthy families.
In full view of the public, the people who robbed the execution ground fled as if they were in heaven and earth. Even the best catcher in Wuhang City could not discern the specific truth from the onlookers at the market entrance who insisted on different opinions. He could only roughly tell the truth.
It was deduced that the two people who rushed to the execution platform and kidnapped people were young men with strong skills. They were most likely the remnants of the Yanyu Tower bandits with martial arts skills. The archers who could make consecutive shots also came from the city gate.
The soldiers under the command of the captain asked for some clues. They said that someone wanted to enter the city a few days ago. They were dressed cleanly and did not look like hungry people. They stuffed money with the soldiers guarding the city gate and let them in. They also brought Zhang Gong and killed him on the spot.
Off the string.
However, the soldiers guarding the city could only remember such a person. Their appearance and body shape could not be described at all. They could only tell that he was an older man. His gait and figure looked like someone who had been in the army.
Jiangzhou and neighboring Huizhou and Suzhou, as well as all the prefectures and counties, have posted portraits of Yu Wenzhao, offering a reward of 500 coins.
, soon after that it became eight hundred condoms, and within a month it rose to one thousand condoms.
This bounty, which is rare even among Jiangyang thieves with a lot of blood and debts, is only accepted by very few. Perhaps Yu Wenzhao hid it too well, or perhaps the common people who saw the beautiful portrait had preconceptions about the list.
The descriptions in the article that Yu Wenzhao is a heart-eating demon are half-believed and half-believed, so very few people agree.
....
On Songfeng Mountain, there is Tingtao Pavilion.
"Xiao Guizi, there is nothing more important here than tasting the finest rosin tea. Please step aside and wait until the guests are finished entertaining."
Gao Xu, who rarely knew how to make a joke, smiled and said to his confidant who came to report, and the guest also smiled appropriately. It was indeed degrading to barge in unceremoniously in the middle of the tea ceremony demonstration.
However, the confidant young man who had been cultivated by Gao Xu for several years did not retreat. Instead, he rushed forward and whispered a few words very quickly into his ear. The face of the mountain master of Songfeng Mountain was extremely expressionless.
It changed in a short period of time and then returned to normal.
"I'm sorry to excuse you."
Smiling reluctantly at the visitor, Gao Xu followed his confidants out of the Tingtao Pavilion. A disciple from Songfengshan who was standing outside the pavilion came in and showed an apology to the visitor, then took Gao Xu's place and continued making tea.
On the mountain road not far away, there was a furious roar. The unfamiliar Songfeng Mountain disciple shook his head and the boiling water was about to be poured on the distinguished guest.
The leaks gathered in the palm of the hand, and then returned to the cup in front of him.
This Songfengshan disciple repeatedly accused him, but his eyes were fixed on the distance outside the pavilion, in the direction Gao Xu went.
What made you lose your composure, Gao Xu?
"Waste, idiot, incompetent, even pigs and dogs can do better than these people!"
As the distance from Tingtao Pavilion gradually got further and further away, Gao Xu fully let out his voice. After a moment, he realized that the sound could travel far on the mountain, so he lowered his voice again, "Is the news accurate?"
"It's an urgent call from Wuhang City. It's 800 miles away and it's on the mountain the next day."
Gao Xu took the letter from his confidant, looked at it briefly and turned pale. Then he tore the paper into pieces and let go. The fragments of paper drifted away in the mountain wind.
"In Wuhang City, a few people from Yanyulou who taught the law were robbed. What did the people in the Wuhang government office do for food? It wouldn't have been enough to kill the little girl early, but I wanted to..." Gao
Xu's words stopped abruptly. No matter how much he complained, it was an indisputable fact that the person had been kidnapped.
He pondered for a moment, and then said to his confidants who were waiting silently beside him: "Go and find the people at Kalutai and tell them that she has escaped. If you find her, there is no need to leave her alive."
"It's an order."
The confidant walked away quickly, Gao Xu was a little tired, holding his hands on the rock wall beside the mountain road, thinking.