Spring and Autumn I Am King

ps: very busy, only one chapter. (Pinyin of biqiwu)

When Shebin, the head of the Handan clan, was found, it was already the seventh day that the city of Handan was broken.

He was caught in a secret cellar in the inner city. When Zhao Bing was pinned down, he had a stench on his body, his face was covered with a fluffy beard, his unwashed hair was tangled down his shoulders, and his clothes were very dirty. Dirty, his face was pale and withered, and his eyes were red with hunger - driven by hunger, he ventured out to find food, but was caught.

The Zhao soldiers were not polite at all. They carried the bucket and poured cold water on the guest, and after throwing him a rough garland coat, they took him out. The autumn wind blowing in front of him made him feel cold all over his body. Shebin guessed that this was going to meet the conqueror Zhao Wuxi of this city.

"Can you tell me where the Handan Patriarch is? Is he still safe?" Shebin and four advisors asked. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.

What answered him was the silence of Zhao's soldiers, and the heavy pushing and shoving behind him. All he could hear was the rustling footsteps and the clanging of the iron cuffs on his wrist.

When the dense bells rang through Handan, the Zhao military official who caught the guest turned back and said the first sentence to him.

"You came out just in time."

The place he was taken to was East City of Handan, and he had to pass more than half of the city of Handan on the way.

The city of Handan has been settled from the chaos of war. The roadblocks on the streets and alleys have been removed, and Zhao Bing armed with swords and spears patrols everywhere. During the day, the access control has been cancelled, and people, men and women, young and old, are often seen gathered under the community tree in Waiguo Gelilu, buckle pots and bottles, and sing and dance to worship. This is to pray for the dead.

When the guests passed by, there were some sadness in the eyes of those people, but they were not too angry with Zhao Bing. Zhao Wuqi fulfilled his promise, did not harm the people in the city, not only restrained his soldiers from looting, but also released the surrendered soldiers from Handan to be reunited with their families. At the same time, it promotes the benevolence of the Zhao family.

However, the people of Handan would not despise the Zhao family because of his "benevolence", because while showing tolerance, Wu Xian also showed them his cruelty...

On this day, the sky was gray, the cold of late autumn was threatening, and the long and continuous rain began to fall non-stop from the afternoon. Despite this, the elders and elders of Handan City were invited here. Crowded the entrance to the East City.

Shepherd was driven through their circle, finding fear and sympathy in their eyes.

When entering the circle listed by Zhao Bing. Shebin finally met his young master, Handan Xin.

The last patriarch of the Handan clan just lay quietly on the mat, with no trace of anger in his icy body. The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy died so quietly and peacefully that he must have been asleep when he was killed.

"Patriarch, the servant is a step late..." Shebin fell to his knees, and when he looked up again, he saw more, more corpses...

There is an extra torture platform in the East City. There are also countless wooden frames, and icy rain and fallen leaves are flying around. Shebin recognized that those people were all male members of the Handan clan. The adults were all hung on wooden frames. The long ropes caused more than a dozen corpses to swing with the wind, and the rain dripped on their faces.

"If he is guilty, he will be hanged and killed!" Zhao Yang admitted frankly that he would be defeated in the battle of the Communist Party. The punishment that will be suffered now falls on the people of the Handan clan.

In an instant, Shebin realized what death and destruction meant, and at the same time understood Zhao Wuxi's plan.

The elders and lords in Handan City are all here to watch this dark dance of death. The winner intends to show his might and brutality today, so that everyone loses the courage to resist.

And this cruel punishment. He is the only one left who has not been Fa-rectified...

...

Zhao Wuxi came wearing a armor, and the bronze became heavier after being washed away by the rain. The edge of the armor covered his eyes staring at the corpse.

As early as when he convened the Dongshi City of Handan, he announced: "The Zhao family has its own family law, those who betray the clan and join the enemy will be killed without mercy, and those who betray the big clan will be killed by the clan! ."

At first, everyone didn't take it seriously, because Zhao Wuxi's methods after breaking the city were unbelievably gentle, and the people were less disturbed than when the Zhongxing clan was stationed.

But soon, Handan Xin's body was lifted up, breaking everyone's delusions.

Wu Xie pointed at Handan Xin's body and said, "As the last patriarch of the Handan clan, I gave him a decent way to die."

Afterwards, the members of the Handan clan who were captured one after another were arrested, and their relatives to Zhao were all killed in the previous internal purges of the Handan clan. Shi was an enemy, and encouraged the father and son of Handan Wu and Handan Ji to rebel against Zhao's father and brother Kun.

As a result, these people also tasted the consequences. They were put on a rope around the neck by the Zhao soldiers one by one, and then hanged on a wooden frame.

Handan has reproduced for a hundred years, and several generations have also produced countless descendants. Today, a total of seventeen men over the age of fifteen were executed. The underground part will also be uprooted.

Next, it was the turn of those vassals who were loyal to Handan.

"Have you brought the Handan family slaughter Shebin?"

After sending more than ten people to the gallows, he asked around without a shirt, and at this moment, the guests were brought over.

The Handan clan leader was wearing shackles and fell to the ground and cried a few times before he gritted his teeth and stood up, scolding: "The descendants of Xuanniao are not only the Ru Zhao clan, but also Handan! The first generation and the second generation Handan Lord (Zhao Chuan, Zhao Zhan) fought **** battles for the Zhao clan, killed Jin Linggong for Zhao Dun, and helped Da Zong escape in the battle of Bing. If there were no Handan, the Zhao clan would have died long ago! Zhao and Handan are inseparable from flesh and blood. Relatives, your father and son dare to kill relatives one after another! Haotian will not let you go!"

Zhao Wuxi opened his arms in the wind and rain: "Haotian is on my side."

Handan used to be the wings of Zhao's family, but now, it is like an arm that turns away from outsiders. They are the small sects of Zhao's family, but they still betray Zhao's family. Rather than waiting for them to rot their entire bodies, it is better to cut them off early.

"The old customs of kissing can't save Handan, let alone you, two or three sons, bring this heinous minister who instigated Handan to rebel against Zhao! He will be executed!"

Shebin was still scolding and struggling, but he was still **** and put on the execution platform, where he was going to face death.

The executioner was Zhao Wuxi's black-clothed bodyguard, Qi Wan, a native of the Song state, and he held a long-handled iron tomahawk. Lifted and swung sharply, heavy and precise, with a fatal blow. He neatly chopped off Shebin's head, and blood splattered on the ground, turning bright red. There was exclamation from the surrounding people, and the cowardly closed his eyes tightly, but the smell of blood continued to penetrate his nose.

In the past, the master of the house who was invincible in the city. That's how the corpse is gone...

After disposing of the last person, Dongshi had already drunk thirty or forty people's lives. Although Zhao Wuxi had been in the battlefield for a long time, he still felt a little disgusted by this kind of torture that killed the whole family.

He glanced at everyone who didn't dare to move in the rain, and announced coldly: "The Handan clan is dead. From today, Handan will return to the jurisdiction of the Zhao clan."

After speaking, Zhao Wuxi turned around and left the execution ground, returning to the empty palace hall in Handan where the old master had lost his old master.

He found the musicians who brought the soldiers from Handan to sing the local songs of Handan on that day, so as to guard the hearts of the soldiers.

"I remember you. In March, you played auspicious tunes when I got married." When he saw the music officer, Wu Xie pointed at him and said.

...

"Unexpectedly, after half a year, the prince still remembers the villain..." Yue Guan was overwhelmed and hurriedly handed over.

"At that time, Fan and Bank of China sent assassins to assassinate me, and it was only because of the guards' blocking that I was not in danger. At that time, you and the music officials also played heavy musical instruments to help the black-clothed guards defend the enemy. The Sheng was stained with blood, how can I forget it? ?"

After encouraging the music officer a few words, Zhao Wuxi entered the topic.

"I'm looking for you, you want you to make up a song."

The music official said with sincerity and fear: "The prince is not only skilled in the three hundred poems, but also recited many new poems that are very popular. How dare a villain show off in front of the prince..."

"If you want to do it, do it! The chicken is the night. The raccoon catches the mouse, and everyone performs their own duties. Now I want to rule the three armies. How can I have the leisure to recite poetry and the moon? Collecting styles and composing music are your own duties. , I made up a new song on the grounds that Handan refused to accept the Zhao clan, tried to resist, and was finally wiped out by our clan. Then let Handan surrender and sing it in and out of the city..."

"Wei... the villain will do it." The music official hurriedly responded to the errand. After leaving, he returned to his residence to think hard. Finally, he gathered his colleagues to write lyrics and tune them. They made up a song of average level, but it was also a good song. A new song of the mouth.

So at the turn of autumn and winter, when the last rain of this year was sparse, in the city of Handan, such a song began to be sung:

"Zhao and Handan, the heirs of the mysterious bird. There is no difference in size, and there is no difference. What kind of virtue do you have? If you want my ministers to bow! If you fight and fight, you will be divided into superior and inferior!"

This triumphant tune is sung from the perspective of Handan, and people can feel Handan's invincibility and raging ambition. But soon, the high-pitched and stopped, the phase knocked, the singing turned to lament and regret.

"Handan once said, Handan once heard, but it was night wind and rain, there was no one in the hall, it was night wind and rain, no lonely soul..."

In an instant, the hearts of the listeners were cold, so cold and frightening.

The Handan people remembered this song, while the Zhao clan and the city leaders firmly remembered the lesson sung in the song, that the Handan clan shook the big tree and finally lost the lives of the whole clan...

...

In late September, after taking all the territory of the Handan clan, all that stood in front of Zhao Wuxi were the Zhonghang clan's old nest, the Bai and Dongyang areas.

However, after the fierce battle for half a year, Zhao Jun was already exhausted and needed a good rest in Handan. The "General Staff" under Zhao Wuxi had a disagreement on whether to continue sending troops to the north before Xueluo. Some people advocate prudence, while others hope to move troops quickly and strive to end the war on the central line before this year, and then there are differences on whether to go west or return east.

At this time, bad news came from the west.

Zhao Wuxi looked at the urgent information and lost his mind for a while.

"Cousin, how's it going?" Zhao Guangde, who came from the north with a load of provisions, asked with concern. He rarely saw Zhao Wuxi act like this.

Wu Xie closed the volume silently~www.wuxiahere.com~ The Han family fought a defeat, and the partial division was wiped out, and now the main force has surrendered to Pingyang. "

It's just a partial teacher, Zhao Guangde was relieved to hear the words, and smiled: "It's good that the main force is not lost, Pingyang is not easy to fight, Han should be able to hold on, didn't my cousin say that as long as Dong Zi defends Jinyang, The Han family defends Taihang, and then makes sure that the eldest son county is not lost, then they can hold back the enemy troops on the western front..."

"It's not just that..." Zhao Wuxi sighed and turned to the guard Qi Wan: "Go down and let Shuren prepare two sets of mourning clothes for us, one at the level of decline and the other at the level of great merit..."

Those who are in decline are the mourning clothes next to the level of "declining decline". Made of burlap, it is worn by husbands as wives, men as concubine mothers, uncles and uncles, parents, brothers and sisters in filial piety...

And the great merit is one level lower, probably prepared for himself, this must be the death of a close relative in the Zhao family. Zhao Guangde was shocked, and he panicked a little: "Could it be..."

Wu Xie raised his head and closed his eyes, a line of clear tears streaming down his cheeks: "It's my brother in Pingyang, Bo Lu, he unfortunately died in battle!" (To be continued.)

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