Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 452 Killing and Liwei

  Drink and drink, kill people.

   But killing people is never a pleasant thing.

   At least in Fei Qian's feeling.

  After drinking with Wang Yi, they started killing people the next day.

In fact, when killing people, it’s like standing in a slaughterhouse. No matter how clean the ground is, how white the walls are, and how neatly the workers’ clothes are, the heavy, greasy, disgusting feeling will be as dead as glue It sticks to the senses of the whole body.

  It sounds like the sound of water leaking from the cracks in the thick cortical water sac, it is the blood splashing out from the abdominal cavity and chest cavity...

  It's like the wind blowing through the treetops, and the slight whistling sound across the leaves, which is sprayed out after the artery in the neck is cut off...

  The blade cut on the human body, broke the skin, and cut off the bones, just like a butcher selling pork in a vegetable market chopping a pig's leg into sections.

   One knife.

   Another cut.

   It was Baibo who killed him.

  There were a lot of people watching, including the rescued people, including Feiqian's troops, Xihe County's troops, and even some Huns, all watching.

   It's like a big party.

  All Baibo soldiers above the team rate, those so-called commanders, commanders, and envoys who acted as preachers in Baibo, were all included in the beheading list.

   Only soldiers are left, the most basic soldiers.

  At Hangu Pass, Zhang Liao killed 11 out of 10 pawns, but Fei Qian's ratio was not as high this time, but the method of operation was the same.

   It was Baibobing himself who was captured.

   All you need is a voting certificate.

  There are wooden stakes on the ground, and the former commanders of Baibo are tied to the wooden stakes. The rest of Baibo form a queue. When it is their turn, they put a knife in their hands and go up to chop.

   Must see blood, not seeing blood does not count.

  If there is still no blood for the second time, or if you can’t get your hands on, it is not the person tied to the stake who died, but the ordinary soldier.

  When the person on the stake is hacked to death by the random blade, the body will be unraveled, and then the head will be cut off with a knife, and then taken to the north and piled up to become Jingguan.

  Among these Baibo soldiers, the strong ones will be selected to become professional soldiers, mixed and scattered for formation, and those who are young, old or weak will become the first batch of field soldiers in Pingyang County. And these people who used to be loose and bloody, although they are old and weak, but who can guarantee that these guys will not have any thoughts that they shouldn't have?

  So to establish a Beijing view is to establish a rule.

After all, most of these people who stayed in Pingyang were illiterate. It was useless to tell these people about the laws of their country and the promulgation of notices. No matter how much they said, these people might not remember it. Therefore, this Jingguan is the most intuitive warning.

Human heads are like blood-colored melons and fruits, piled up one by one, and soon formed a hill, because they were all cut off after death, so there is not much blood on the neck fracture, but dark red It was like a sauce, and it was like a red and black jelly, tremblingly dripping down on the white trachea bones.

  A little further north of Rentou Jingguan, there is a wooden platform, and on the wooden platform, there are two people standing Fei Qian and Wang Yi. And under the wooden platform, there were still soldiers guarding the old man in black robe and his personal guards sent over by Yu Fuluo.

  Whoever kills someone needs someone to be a witness.

  Besides, if you only kill people, but no one sees, no one knows, it will lose the meaning of killing.

Fei Qian apologized to Wang Yi who was at the side, then got off the wooden platform, walked slowly to the old man in black robe, and looked up and down the old man pretending to be crazy, his hair was disheveled, his face was covered with dirt, and his body was also covered with mud dust. Standing a little closer is a sour smell.

  The black-robed old man stared straight ahead with blank eyes, with a smirk on his face, pretending to be the same as when Fei Qian went to see it last time.

  For Wei Shi, this old man is desperate enough.

   Fei Qian stared, stared at the lines on the old man's face, stared at the exposed neck, and then turned to look at the old man's tied hands...

  A person who practices martial arts.

   It turned out that Fei Qian wanted to tie this old guy to a wooden stake to frighten him. Now he saw the scars on the old man's face, his old but still thick neck, and the calluses on his hand...

  Xi Wu must have seen a lot of blood, and his determination will be relatively firm, and he can't really kill himself, so he can only switch to another mode.

   "Come here!" Fei Qian ordered, "Bring those people up."

   It turned out that the old man had brought twenty guards, but some of them were lost. Now there are only a dozen or so still alive, and they were all **** and brought in front of the old man, standing face to face with the old man.

Fei Qian stared into the old man's eyes and said: "Madness is not the most terrible thing. Death is not the final destination. The two armies are fighting each other by means. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, but you can't afford to lose. You are a rogue." , it’s a problem with a person’s character, it’s a problem with a family’s family education!”

  Fei Qian intentionally uses more straightforward words in order to let more people understand these words. "Am I right? Old Mr. Wei?"

  When the troubled times are approaching, what kind of talents are more likely to be awe-inspiring and more in line with the customs of the Northland?

  A gentle scholar who cares about others all day long, or a brutal person with iron-blooded wrists?

   This is an image change that Fei Qian must make in front of people. At least he must leave an impression that he is not easy to mess with. Otherwise, in this area that advocates force and the folk customs are tough, it is inevitable that he will become a softie who can be manipulated by others.

   Fei Qian stared into the old man Wei's eyes, and said, "If you figure it out, you can stop at any time..." After finishing speaking, he turned and walked away, returning to the wooden platform.

Huang Cheng, who had been guarding Fei Qian all the time, made a gesture, and immediately the soldier under the wooden platform kicked the leftmost old man's personal guard into the knee socket, kicked him to his knees in front of the old man, and then raised his ring With the first knife, there was a click, like cutting off a carrot, and the bodyguard of the old man was suddenly decapitated.

  The blood in his chest was like a fire hydrant breaking suddenly. With a "poof", the high pressure in the chest made most of the blood spurt out instantly, splashing the old man Wei's face and body.

The old man never thought that Fei Qian didn't say a few words at all, he did it as soon as he said it, and was hit hard by the gushing hot blood, the blood flowed down his head and face, and the silly smile on his face struggling to maintain...

  The executing soldiers didn’t stop at all, and immediately kicked down the second old man’s bodyguard. The severed head jumped on the muddy ground, like a ball filled with sand, barely bounced twice, and rolled in front of the old man.

   Then the third...

the fourth…

  Before the old man fully reacted, it was like chopping melons and vegetables. He had already killed five people, and the blood sprayed out by the deceased dyed the old man's whole body red.

  Someone among the old man's personal guards finally couldn't bear it anymore and started to stir up a commotion, but they were held back by the soldiers, and there was nothing they could do...

  A younger personal guard saw that the people in front of him were all dead, and it was his turn in a blink of an eye, so he couldn't hold back, and with a little crying sound, he yelled: "Father!"

The face of the old man seemed to have been slapped severely by this voice, the eyebrows that had been raised before fell down, trembling, and the young guard was also kicked to the ground, and finally he couldn't pretend and yelled, "Stop!"

Fei Qian chuckled, turned his head and cupped his hands towards Wang Yi and said: "If you are not stupid, you can talk about it. This will bother the prince..." After all, he wanted to beat the Hedong Wei family, and he and Wang Yi both wanted to beat him. To do things, so inviting Wang Yi to participate is also a due meaning. After all, if he did everything by himself, Wang Yi might not be grateful, but he would feel that Fei Qian was too arrogant and domineering, which would not be conducive to the future cooperation.

Wang Yi laughed, and said: "Mr. Fei is really good at tricks! Good, let me take care of the rest!" Fei showed some tricks, pulling himself to watch the murder, not necessarily without the intention of standing up... Haha, or young man...

   Every time Mr. Cao and someone’s wife enter the tent, it’s always the happiest time for me to wait for the soldiers…

   Because at least it’s okay to…

   wink and listen...

   Those Duke Cao’s personal guards are mostly laughing and laughing at this moment, as long as we are not close, most of them don’t care...

   But this time...

   You will see the military division offering wine, alone, drinking silently...

   Sitting in the tent, in a daze for a long time...

  (end of this chapter)