The devil is coming

Chapter 96
The heads were cut off one by one, because the effects of the drug had not yet passed, so these adults used practical actions to truly interpret what "entertaining oneself to death" means.
As for the other prisoners kneeling in the government office, Zheng Fan did not order them to be cut off as well.
Although Dayan valued military merit and retained the method of calculating military merit by head, to be honest, not many people were actually killed in this attack on the city.
Compared with the countless military honors of the heads, the symbolic significance of you returning with the heads of other 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 brag in compliance with the Basic Law, Zheng Fan had to discuss it with the blind man after he went back.
For example: Zheng Shoubei brought [-] tiger warriors and massacred Mianzhou City!
Do not believe?
Look at the heads of the adults in that city that were cut off and brought back. The heads of other people were killed so many that they couldn’t be brought back with them!
Of course, another important reason for letting people in the government go free is that there is no online media or social software in this era;
Whether it is about celebrities raising their reputations or princes being wise, in fact, they all need to be spread by people's mouths and spread artificially. Zheng Fan believes that Yan State must have its own espionage system in Qian State, plus the communication between the two countries. Trade is very close, and even during a war, it may be difficult to cut off the smuggling trade.
Therefore,
When Zheng Fan left the government office,
He thrust the knife in his hand into the floor tiles.
Loudly:
"The city breaker——Zheng Fan!"
In order to prevent these human flesh propaganda machines from making homophonic errors in their propaganda, which would affect the spread of his great achievements back to Yan State, Zheng Fan even took a writing brush and wrote in his own hand on the pillar at the entrance of the government office:
"Zheng Fan, the guard of Dayancui Liubao, is here for a visit!"
After finishing, he clapped his hands and read it again. In fact, he thought this sentence was a bit cliche, but compared to:
"Reject pornography, gambling, and drugs - Dayancui Liubao Police Station announced"
Zheng Fan still thinks the former is better.
When it was over, Zheng Fan waved his hand:
"withdraw!"
Entering the city, entering the mansion, gathering the team and going out through the north gate again, everything actually happened very quickly.
Zheng Fan could not give the city time to react, and at the same time, he could not give other nearby Qianguo troops a chance to react.
After all, they only have more than 300 people now;
Moreover, even though the people of the Qian Kingdom had given Zheng Fan a lot of confidence, Zheng Fan still would not naively think that all the troops in the Qian Kingdom were as unbearable as this.
If this is true, then Zheng Fan really has no intention of going back. He will go all the way south to Shangjing, burn down the Qianguo Ancestral Temple, and capture the three Yang sisters alive!
Now, the next task is to go back safely.
The waves have been spent, the fun has been played, pornography, gambling and drugs have been wiped out by myself.
Right now, getting back safely is the top priority. After all, the one who laughs last laughs best.
Before leaving,
At the city gate,
Zheng Fan sat on the horse,
Looking back at this city,
He felt that he should say something at this time and leave a sentence. Otherwise, it would be boring and boring if there was no words of his own to embellish his behavior today in the history textbooks of later generations.
After thinking for ten seconds,
Zheng Fan said slowly:
"Farewell, a city with only one man..."
artistic conception,
ridicule,
Strong style,
position,
All are available.
Zheng Fan was very satisfied with this sentence, but it was a pity that Liang Cheng was not very good at flattering him. If Xue San or the blind man were here, rainbow farts would definitely come in waves.
In the entire Mianzhou City, except for the old man holding a gun who walked against the grain, everyone else basically had their backs turned to their own weapons.
but,
One person seemed dissatisfied,
and,
He seemed to be planning 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. In fact, no one expected that there would be someone at the north city gate.
and,
This person is still planning to resist.
Even if the invader is leaving, he can actually survive, but he still has to resist, fight back, and do something to the invader, even at the cost of his life.
Liang Cheng saw the crossbow arrows, and there were other barbarian soldiers around who saw the crossbow arrows. They started to move, some raised their bows, some were preparing to ride their horses towards the tower, and some were moving closer to Zheng Fan to protect him.
But everything everything,
It's too late,
"Buzz!"
crossbow arrows,
Already ejaculated,
Hit Zheng Fan directly in the chest.
"boom!"
Zheng Fan fell off his horse and hit the ground.
"kill him!"
Liang Cheng issued the order, and a group of barbarian soldiers rushed back immediately.
.........
After shooting the crossbow arrow, Sun Jianming immediately retracted his head, and arrows flew past the wall above his head. He didn't care, and just silently re-string the crossbow.
He did not choose to run away, because he was the only one here in the city gate tower. There were obviously many people in the city, but he had no one who could help.
His father died outside. He saw it through the gap in the door when it was closed. He saw his father's head being chopped off very high.
But the city gate was not closed after all.
However, it actually doesn’t make any difference whether it’s closed or not. Everyone is just focused on escaping and no one is organizing to guard the door. If you close the door, you can still slowly climb up the wall.
Sun Jianming has always felt that his old family is a bit rigid. The reputation of Sun's Liangjun double-headed gun was actually very famous even in his grandfather's generation.
His father inherited the inheritance of the double-headed spear, joined the army, and was an eighth-grade martial artist. However, his official position has never been prominent and he has never been able to stand out. He has been a centurion for many years and cannot even get a rank.
If it hadn't been for the rebellion launched by the chieftains of the southwest during the reign of the late emperor, and his father's unit was transferred to the southwest to quell the rebellion, and his father had achieved solid military exploits with his own excellent skills, he might have been able to become a patrolman at most in his lifetime. Just a city captain.
Oh, even though he was approaching the end of his old age, he was demoted to the rank of captain patrolling the city.
But at least he could dream when his father was prosperous.
Sun Jianming couldn't bear hardships and had no talent for martial arts, so he always wanted to learn to play chess, calligraphy, painting, recite poems and compose poems, so as to give himself a bit of a literati atmosphere.
In the future, if he embraces the lap of a civil servant and has the image of a Confucian general, and with his father as a guarantee, his career will definitely be much better.
Sun Jianming knew that in the Yan State, military generals had a very high status. Not to mention the Zhenbei Hou Mansion, all the generals who led troops below were also very tough in front of civilian officials;
But I have my own national conditions.
In Daqian, if military generals want to climb up the ranks and do well, they have to be the dogs of civil servants.
Even the generals of the Daqian Border Army had to kneel at the gates of their ministers' houses after entering the capital, calling for their lackeys to see them.
You still have to look at the mood of your husband-in-law before deciding whether to see you or not.
Once upon a time, the Southwest chieftain rebellion eroded the Southwest for ten years, and it was a tattooed-faced general who finally put down the rebellion completely;
He committed a crime in his early years, got a tattoo on his face and was sent to the army. Step by step, he climbed up the ranks by virtue of military merit. Finally, he was able to enter the court and enter the Privy Council because of the suppression of a major rebellion.
At that time, the military generals seemed to see that the day when they would be proud and proud was really coming. In the Privy Council, there was actually a place for our military generals to gain a foothold.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. The inspirational idol of all military commanders of that era had only stood in the Privy Council for less than half a year before he was exterminated by the Nine Clan for being suspected of treason.
The person who took charge of this case was Han Xianggong, the chief minister of the dynasty.
The hope that Daqian Wuren had finally raised was extinguished, and a basin of cold water was poured on him.
Every night when his father drank too much, he would wipe his tears and miss the tattooed husband.
After all, his father had followed the assassin-faced father-in-law to fight the rebellion in the Southwest.
Therefore, Sun Jianming is very practical. He feels that he is not a very capable person. Since he is not capable of changing the rules, he should adapt to them;
He made friends with many literati, visited many civil officials, and tried his best to create his own literary style as a military commander.
But his father successfully deceived him. Originally he could only be regarded as a dull, unsociable and flattering old father. In the past few years, he seemed to have some problems with his brain as he approached old age.
Defeating civil servants and military generals, the civil servants get rich, and the military generals drink the blood of soldiers. This has been a tacit understanding between civil and military officials for hundreds of years.
His father offended both sides and was relegated along the way. As a result, his career was frustrated because of having this father. There was nothing he could do about it. In this era, it is important to be a hero and a good man. If I have a brain disease, this son will most likely not be very smart either. .
Thinking of this,
A smile appeared on Sun Jianming's lips,
He always felt that his father was confused. When people get old, they accept death and become stubborn!
But it turned out that his father was right,
Yan people,
The fuck is really coming!
A long time ago, his father once told him that when Mr. Thorny-faced led them to fight the rebellion in the southwest, he said:
The Southwest Tusi Rebellion, although it may be huge, will never achieve anything. The real threat to Daqian is the Yan people, who have been fighting against the barbarians for hundreds of years with the power of one country!
Therefore, his father would pay attention to the news about the Yan Kingdom every year, especially the news about the prince's mansion in Beifeng County, from friends, the court, and the caravans.
In the past few years, there were often news that the Zhenbei Hou Mansion had defeated the barbarians with troops and which tribe it had destroyed. His father frowned.
Over the years, there have been very few similar news, almost almost gone, but his father's brows have become even more furrowed.
He smiled and asked his father if this was a good thing?
But his father sighed and said:
In the past, although the Zhenbei Hou Mansion had been winning battles, this at least proved that the barbarians still dared to shout, show their teeth, and test;
In recent years, wars have almost disappeared, proving that the barbarians have been brought into compliance.
Once the barbarians submit,
Yanren's hands will be free.
Sun Jianming tilted his head and glanced down.
On the steps going downstairs, there were already barbarian soldiers coming up.
Isn't that right? Dad, not only did the Yan people free their hands, but it seemed that the Yan people had subdued the barbarians. Those who were wearing Yan people's armor were not Yan people, they were 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 actually been rushed away by the garrison who rushed into the city, but he came back again by accident.
In the small warehouse on the top of the city, there are actually quite a few bows and crossbows, at least there are a few of them, but no one uses them.
He took a crossbow and sat against the wall.
He didn't know if his father had gone to heaven now. He probably died not long ago, so he probably hadn't had time to go to heaven to bless him yet.
But I still encountered the Yan army leaving the city.
Straight bitch,
This group of Yan people looks like three or four hundred riders!
But there are more than a few thousand armed people in this city?
A huge sense of absurdity hit Sun Jianming's heart.
Then the anger in his heart became more intense.
In the whole city, his father was the only one who took the ancestral double-headed gun and took the initiative to hit the Yan people. But...
Ugh.
at this time,
A figure jumped out,
"Buzz!"
Sun Jianming pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The crossbow arrow shot over, but hit the door panel.
It turned out that the leading barbarian soldier blocked a wall panel on the ground in front of him as a shield.
The crossbow arrow actually penetrated half of the wall panel, but after losing its strength, it failed to penetrate the barbarian soldier's armor.
It was too late to wind it up again. The barbarians rushed over from behind.
Sun Jianming picked up the knife and slashed forward.
"boom!"
After just one confrontation, the knife in Sun Jianming's hand was deflected by the collision. His wrist tightened and the knife fell to the ground.
then,
Three or four weapons struck him directly, knocking him to the ground.
There is no earth-shattering battle, no back-and-forth fighting, and no heroic spirit of supporting others before dying.
Myself,
In front of this group of barbarians,
As weak as a small quail.
On his deathbed,
Sun Jianming regretted a little.
I regret that I clearly have a father who was an eighth-grade martial artist.
But he has always focused most of his energy on playing chess, calligraphy and painting.
In the end, he, a general's disciple, couldn't even hold a knife firmly.
His father is gone, and it's time for him to go too.
Fortunately,
I finally seized the opportunity,
The man who took the lead was shot to death.
That guy actually rode out alone and stood under the tower in a daze.
Ha ha,
He is a fool!
…………
"My lord? My lord? My lord?"
"Cough cough cough..."
Zheng Fan coughed, and when he fell from the horse, his whole back hit the ground. Coupled with the weight of the armor on his body, the fall was really heavy.
"My lord, don't move, I'll help you get the arrow."
Liang Cheng has a zombie body, so he can keep the spear tip in his body and wait for it to be processed when he is free, but Zheng Fan is not the same.
That crossbow arrow hit Zheng Fan's heart. If it was not handled carefully, it would probably endanger Zheng Fan's life.
Zheng Fan shook his head, reached out and grabbed 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, and Zheng Fan sat up slowly, minding his own business.
shook his head and said:
"I am fine."
With that said, Zheng Fan began to untie his armor, put his hand in, and took out a stone from inside.
smiled,
"You know, before we set off, the blind man told me not to take him with me anymore. Fortunately, I didn't listen to him."
Son, you saved dad’s life again!
After saying that, Zheng Fan coughed a few more times.
At this time, the group of barbarian soldiers who went up had already brought down Sun Jianming's head.
He is worthy of being the character who founded X Cult 404 in the comics.
The brainwashing effect is really powerful.
The feelings of these barbarian soldiers towards Zheng Fan were deep-rooted fear and at the same time extremely strong attachment.
They were extremely angry at the Qianguo people who almost killed their master.
"Master, take his head back and let the third master cut his head into a bowl and drink from it!"
Several barbarians suggested this.
In their hearts, Xue San, who had personally performed "use your skull as a bowl" in front of them, suffered such a punishment, which was the most cruel in the world, and even the soul could not rest in peace after death.
"No need."
Zheng Fan shook his head. In the final analysis, it was still his fault. Why did he run out of the queue and stand downstairs in a daze when he had nothing to do.
It was still too smooth and I felt slack.
However, he was slapped in the face as soon as he said what he said. He said that this is a city with only one man. Well, the second man stood up immediately.
However, there are only two.
Zheng Fan got on his horse and signaled that he was fine. The others also got on their horses one after another. They first went to the slope where they had rested before.
A tomb was erected there, and the body of the old man with a gun was buried in it. Some stones were piled on top. As for the inscriptions and other things, the conditions did not allow it, and secondly, it was too difficult for the cultural level of these barbarian soldiers.
As for the remains of the remaining dead barbarian soldiers, they were not buried because Zheng Fan's request was to take their bodies back with him.
"Can you turn them into zombies?" Zheng Fan asked Liang Cheng.
"It's not possible now, but it should be possible in the future." Liang Cheng replied.
"Then take their bodies back and keep them well first."
"Ah."
"You, give me that head."
Zheng Fan pointed at a barbarian soldier, who immediately stepped forward and handed Sun Jianming's head to Zheng Fan.
"Tsk, this is a death with eyes open."
Sun Jianming's eyes were still open.
Zheng Fan reached out and wiped it, but failed to close the other person's eyes.
Zheng Fan knew some scientific explanations for this phenomenon. It was probably because the eyelid muscles lost tension, causing the eye fissures to expand and making it impossible to close the eyes.
However, Zheng Fan did not intend to take his head back. Instead, he walked to the grave and placed Sun Jianming's head beside the grave.
"You two, just be company here. I guess you will have something in common."
finished,
Zheng Fan looked up again and glanced at Mianzhou City in the distance.
turn around,
ordered:
"Let's go back!"
A group of cavalry rode on horseback and disappeared into the night.
The evening wind blew over the grave,
Other than that, there was only deep silence.
And the eyes of that head,
But at this moment, it slowly closed...
(End of this chapter)