Devil’s Advent

The heads were cut off one by one, because the effect of convincing people has not yet passed, so these adults really interpreted what it means to "entertain to death" with practical actions.

As for the other prisoners who were kneeling in the government office, Zheng Fan did not order them to be cut off together.

Although Dayan values ​​military merits and retains the method of counting military merits based on the head, but to be honest, this time he stormed the city and didn't actually kill many people.

Compared with the countless first-level military achievements, the symbolic significance of you taking the heads of high-ranking officials headed by the prefect is actually greater.

At the same time, it will be more convenient for you to go back and brag.

As for how to blow it in line with the Basic Law, Zheng Fan had to discuss it with the blind man after returning home.

For example: Zheng Shoubei raised four hundred tigers and slaughtered Mianzhou City!

Do not believe?

You see, the heads of the adults in that city were all cut off and brought back. The heads of other people were killed too much, so they didn't take them away!

Of course, there is another important reason for letting go of the people in the government office, that is, there is no Internet media or social software in this era;

Regardless of whether it is a famous person or a prince who is wise and so on, in fact, people need to rely on people's mouths to spread it. Zheng Fan believes that Yan Kingdom must have its own espionage system on Qian Kingdom's side, plus the relationship between the two countries. The trade is very close, even in the event of a war, it may be difficult to cut off the smuggling trade.

so,

When Zheng Fan left the government office,

Insert the knife in your hand into the floor tiles,

Loudly:

"Citybreaker——Zheng Fan!"

In order to prevent these human flesh propaganda machines from making homophonic mistakes in the propaganda and affecting the transmission of his great achievements to the Yan Kingdom, Zheng Fan also deliberately took a brush and wrote on the pillar at the entrance of the government office:

"Da Yan Cui Liu Castle guard Zheng Fan is here to visit!"

After finishing the work, he clapped his hands and read it again. In fact, he felt that this sentence was a bit clichéd, but compared to:

"Reject pornography, refuse gambling, refuse pornography, gambling and drugs——Dayancui Liubao Police Station Announcement"

Zheng Fan still thinks the former is better.

It's over, Zheng Fan waved his hand:

"withdraw!"

Entering the city, entering the mansion, and then gathering the team to go out along the north gate, everything happened very quickly.

Zheng Fan couldn't give the city time to react, and at the same time, he couldn't give the other nearby Qianguo troops a chance to react.

In the final analysis, there are only more than three hundred of them now;

Moreover, even though the people of Qian Kingdom had given Zheng Fan a lot of self-confidence, Zheng Fan still would not naively think that all the troops in Qian Kingdom were as unbearable as this.

If this is the case, then Zheng Fan really doesn't plan to go back, and head all the way south to Shangjing, burn down the Qianguo Ancestral Temple, and capture the three sisters of the Yang family alive!

Now, the next task is to go back safely.

The waves have passed, and the fun has already passed, the pornography, gambling and drugs have been swept away by myself.

Right now, going back safely is the top priority, after all, the one who laughs last laughs the best.

Before leaving,

at the city gate,

Zheng Fan sat on horseback,

looking back at the city,

He felt that he should say something at this time and leave a sentence, otherwise, after recording his behavior today in the history textbooks of later generations, if there is no sentence of his own to embellish, it will be boring and boring.

After thinking for ten seconds,

Zheng Fan said slowly:

"Farewell, a city with only one man..."

artistic conception,

ridicule,

Forceful,

position,

have all.

Zheng Fan is very satisfied with this sentence, but it's a pity that Liang Cheng's flattering skills are not good enough. If Xue San or the blind man were here, the rainbow farts must have come like a tide.

In the entire Mianzhou City, except for the old man with a gun who was going retrograde, the rest of the people basically turned their backs to their own weapons.

but,

One person seemed dissatisfied,

and,

He also seemed to intend to use practical actions to express his dissatisfaction.

above,

on the tower,

A man with disheveled hair appeared,

in his hand,

Holding a crossbow.

No one knew when he appeared on the city tower, and no one even expected that there would be people at the north city gate.

and,

The man was still going to fight back.

Even if the aggressor is leaving, he can actually survive, but he still has to resist, fight back, do something to the aggressor, and even pay the price of his life for it.

Liang Cheng saw the crossbow arrows, and other barbarians around saw the crossbow arrows. They started to move, some stretched their bows, some prepared to ride their horses towards the tower, and some moved closer to Zheng Fan to protect Zheng Fan.

but all in all,

It's too late,

"Buzz!"

crossbow arrows,

has ejaculated,

Straight to Zheng Fan's chest.

"boom!"

Zheng Fan fell off his horse and hit the ground.

"kill him!"

Liang Cheng issued an order, and a group of barbarians rushed back immediately.

………

After shooting the crossbow arrows, Sun Jianming immediately retracted his head, and arrows flew past the wall above his head. He didn't care, but silently re-stringed the crossbow.

He didn't choose to run away, because he was the only one at the gate tower. There were obviously many people in the city, but he had no one to help.

His father died outside, through the gap of the door when the door was closed, he saw, saw his father's head, which was chopped off and flew very high.

But the city gate was still not closed after all.

However, in fact, it doesn’t matter if it’s closed or not. Everyone is just focused on escaping and there’s no one to guard the gate. If you close it, people can still climb the wall slowly.

Sun Jianming has always felt that his old-fashioned mind is a bit rigid, and the reputation of the Liangjun double-headed gun of the old Sun's family is actually very loud in his grandparents.

His father inherited the inheritance of the double-headed gun, joined the army, and was an eighth-rank warrior, but his official position has never been obvious, and he has never been able to show his head. He has been a centurion for many years, and he can't even get a miscellaneous name.

If it weren't for the Southwest chieftain who launched a rebellion during the reign of the former emperor, his father's department was transferred to the Southwest to counter the rebellion. His father had made solid military achievements with his own hard work, and he might have been able to be a patrolman at most in the end of his life. City school lieutenant.

Oh, even at the end of his life, he was demoted to Xuncheng Captain.

But at least, when his father is in glory, he can also dream.

Sun Jianming can't bear hardships and doesn't have much talent for martial arts, so he has always wanted to learn piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and Fu, so as to spray himself with a literati atmosphere.

In the future, if he hugs the thigh of a civil official and looks like a Confucian general, and with his father behind him as a guarantee, his official career will definitely be much better.

Sun Jianming knew that in Yan State, generals had a very high status, not to mention the Zhenbeihou Mansion, all the generals who led the troops below were very tough in front of civil officials;

But I work hard for my own national conditions,

In Dagan, if military generals want to climb up and do well, they have to be the dogs of civil servants.

Even the generals of the Dagan Frontier Army had to kneel at the door of the mansions of the princes after they entered the capital, calling for their lackeys to beg to see them,

I have to see how the husbands are in a good or bad mood before deciding whether to see you or not.

Once, the southwestern chieftain's rebellion corrupted the southwest for ten years, and it was a stabbed general who finally put down the rebellion completely;

He committed crimes in his early years and was sent to the army with tattoos on his face. He climbed up step by step with military merits, and finally was able to enter the court and enter the Privy Council because of the suppression of the big rebellion.

At that time, the military generals seemed to see that the day when they could feel proud was coming, and there was actually a place for our generals to stand in the Privy Council.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. The inspirational idol of all generals in that era, who stood in the Privy Council for less than half a year, was exterminated by nine clans for being suspected of treason.

The person in charge of this case is Han Xianggong, the chief assistant of the dynasty.

The hope that the Dagan warrior had finally raised was extinguished, and he was also poured with a basin of cold water.

Every night when his father drank too much, he would wipe away his tears and miss the stabbed husband.

After all, his father was also considered to be the Southwest counter-insurgency that followed the assassin.

Therefore, Sun Jianming is very down-to-earth. He feels that he is not a person with great ability. Since he has no ability to modify the rules, he should adapt to the rules;

He made friends with many literati, and visited many civil officials, and tried his best to create his own literary style as a general.

But his father successfully tricked him. He could only be regarded as an old father who was dull, unsociable and sycophant. In the past few years before he was old, he seemed to have some problems in his mind.

Fight against civil officials, fight against military generals, civil servants get rich, and military generals drink blood from soldiers. After working hard for hundreds of years, they have their own tacit understanding of civil and military affairs.

His father offended both sides at the same time, and was relegated all the way. Because of having this father, his career was also frustrated. There is no way. In this day and age, people pay attention to being a hero. I have a mental illness, and this son has a high probability of not being very smart. .

Thinking of this,

A smile appeared on the corner of Sun Jianming's mouth,

He always felt that his father was confused, that when he was old, he would admit death and be stubborn!

But it turns out his dad was right,

Yan people,

The fuck is really coming!

A long time ago, his father had told him that when the assassin took them to counter the rebellion in the Southwest, he said:

The southwestern chieftain rebellion, although it may be huge, it will not be a big deal after all. The real threat is the Yan people, who have fought against the barbarians for hundreds of years with the strength of a country!

Therefore, his father would pay attention to the news of Yan Kingdom every year, especially the news of the Marquis Mansion in Beifeng County, from friends, from the court, and from the caravan.

In the past few years, there were often news about which tribe the Zhenbeihou Mansion had won and destroyed by using troops against the barbarians, and his father was frowning.

In these years, there were very few similar news, and even almost disappeared, but his father's brows were furrowed even more fiercely.

He smiled and asked his father, isn't this a good thing?

His father sighed and said:

In the past, although the Zhenbei Hou Mansion had been winning battles, it at least proved that the barbarians still dared to shout, bared their teeth, and dared to test;

In these years, the war has hardly been heard, which proves that the barbarians have been tidied up.

Once the barbarians submit,

Yan Ren's hands will be free.

Sun Jianming tilted his head and glanced down.

On the steps downstairs, some brutal soldiers had already come up.

Isn't that right, Dad, the Yan people not only freed up their hands, but it seems that the Yan people have already subdued the barbarians. Those who wear the Yan people's armor, what the hell are the Yan people, they are clearly barbarians!

Sun Jianming moved his body, took a deep breath, and raised the crossbow again.

He actually didn't know why he didn't leave, he had already been rushed away by the guards who rushed into the city, but he came back again by a strange coincidence.

In the small warehouse on the tower, there are actually quite a few bows and crossbows, at least some of them look like, but no one uses them.

He took a crossbow and sat against the wall.

He doesn't know if his father has gone to heaven now, he probably died not long ago, and he probably hasn't had time to go to heaven to bless him.

But I still ran into the Yan army and went out of the city,

Straight girl thief,

This group of Yan people looks like three or four hundred riders!

But in this city, there are more than a few thousand people who can hold weapons?

A huge sense of absurdity hit Sun Jianming's heart,

Then the anger in my heart became more and more intense.

In the whole city, only his father took the initiative to ram the Yan people with his ancestral double-headed gun, but where...

well.

at this time,

A figure jumped out,

"Buzz!"

Sun Jianming pulled the trigger without hesitation,

The crossbow arrow shot over, but it hit the door panel.

It turned out that the leading barbarians blocked a wall on the ground in front of them as a shield.

The crossbow actually penetrated half of the wall, but after losing its strength, it failed to penetrate the barbarian's armor.

It was too late to rewind the string again, and the barbarians rushed over from behind.

Sun Jianming picked up the knife and slashed forward.

"boom!"

Just a face to face, the knife in Sun Jianming's hand was blocked in the collision, his wrist tightened, and the knife fell to the ground.

then,

Three or four weapons slashed directly at his body, knocking him to the ground.

There are no earth-shattering battles, no fights where you come and go, and no boldness to pull a few backs before you die,

Own,

Before these barbarians,

Weak as a small quail.

While dying,

Sun Jianming felt a little regretful,

I regret that I have a father who was once an eighth-rank martial artist,

But he has been putting most of his energy on piano, chess, calligraphy and painting,

In the end, it led to him, the general's younger brother, not even being able to hold a knife securely.

His father is gone, and he should go too.

Fortunately,

I finally took my chance,

The person who led the opponent was shot dead.

That guy actually rode out alone and stood under the tower in a daze,

hehe,

He is a fool!

…………

"My lord? My lord? My lord?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Zheng Fan coughed, and when he fell off the horse, his whole back hit the ground. Coupled with the weight of the armor on his body, the fall was really not light.

"My lord, don't move, I'll help you get the arrow."

Liang Cheng has a zombie body, so he can keep the spear point in his body first, and deal with it when he is free, but Zheng Fan is not.

That crossbow arrow hit Zheng Fan's heart, if it was handled carelessly, it would most likely endanger Zheng Fan's life.

Zheng Fan shook his head, stretched out his hand to grab the crossbow bolt inserted into his armor, and pulled out the crossbow bolt without waiting for Liang Cheng to stop him.

"Crack..."

The expected splash of blood did not appear, Zheng Fan sat up slowly on his own,

shook his head and said:

"I'm fine."

With that said, Zheng Fan began to untie the armor on his body, reached in, and took out a stone from it.

smiled,

"Do you know, before we set off, the blind man told me not to take him with me anymore, but luckily I didn't listen to him."

Son, you saved your father's life again!

After finishing speaking, Zheng Fan coughed a few more times.

At this time, the group of barbarians who went up had already brought down Sun Jianming's head.

Worthy of being the character who founded X teaching in the comics and was 404,

The brainwashing effect is really powerful.

The feeling of these barbarians for Zheng Fan was a deep-seated fear, and at the same time, an extremely strong attachment.

They were extremely angry with this Gan countryman who almost killed his master.

"Master, take his head back and let the third master cut his head into a bowl for drinking!"

Several barbarians suggested so.

In their hearts, Xue San, who personally performed "Take your skulls as a bowl" in front of them, this kind of punishment is the cruelest in the world, and even the soul cannot rest in peace after death.

"It's not necessary."

Zheng Fan shook his head. In the final analysis, it was his own fault. Why did he run out of the queue and stand downstairs when he had nothing to do?

It's still too smooth, and I feel slack in my heart.

However, I was slapped in the face as soon as I said it. I said that this is a city with only one man. Well, the second man immediately stood up.

However, there are only two.

Zheng Fan got on his horse and signaled that he was fine, and the rest of the people got on their horses one after another, and they all went to the dirt slope where they had rested before.

A grave was erected there, in which was buried the body of the old man with the gun, and some stones were piled on top of it. As for the inscriptions and so on, firstly, the conditions did not allow it, and secondly, it was too difficult for the cultural level of these barbarians.

As for the remains of the other dead barbarians, they were not buried, because Zheng Fan's request was to take their remains back with him.

"Can you turn them into zombies?" Zheng Fan asked Liang Cheng.

"Not yet, but in the future, it should be possible." Liang Cheng replied.

"Then take their remains back and preserve them properly first."

"Um."

"You, give me that head."

Zheng Fan pointed to a barbarian soldier, who immediately stepped forward and handed Sun Jianming's head to Zheng Fan.

"Tsk, this is death without peace."

Sun Jianming's eyes were still open.

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand to wipe it, but failed to close the opponent's eyes.

Zheng Fan knew some scientific explanations for this phenomenon, probably because the muscles of the eyelids lost tension, resulting in the enlargement of the eye fissure and the inability to close the eyes.

However, Zheng Fan didn't intend to take his head back. Instead, he walked to the grave and placed Sun Jianming's head beside the grave.

"You two, let's be a companion here, I guess you will have some common language."

finished speaking,

Zheng Fan looked up at Mianzhou City in the distance again,

turn around,

ordered:

"Let's go back!"

A group of cavalry rode away and disappeared into the night.

The evening wind blows over the grave,

Other than that, there was only a deep silence.

And the eyes of that skull,

But at this moment it slowly closed...