Chapter 580

The wide open space was full of people, and all of them were retreating, trying to get rid of the catapult. When they hid behind, the people who had been turned over felt the crisis immediately and pushed back desperately In this way, everyone stirred together. Some people thought that they were pushed to the back, but maybe after a moment, they would be shocked to find that they were pushed to the front by the stream of people again.

There are many people, panic, and death is like a nightmare. Many people in the open space are trampled to death and trampled on. The alley is even worse. Some people are directly crushed on the wall.

In the dark, all kinds of howling soared into the sky, and the fire reflected the twisting figures, just like ghosts. Countless people were shivering in their quilts. Some people had the courage to push the window to have a look. Since then, the evil god often visited mengduan.

This night is known as "the night of killing dragons" in the unofficial history of the Yangtze and Huaihe rivers. The legendary Marquis Wei has made everything he has experienced into a legend. This time, of course, is no exception. The governor's Yamen only killed more than 30 people, and then he was driven crazy to help tens of thousands of people pour their nests and denounce the dragon.

This night was passed down by the people of Jianghuai for a long time. They witnessed the rise of the first group after two years, and then was knocked back to its original shape overnight, and then disappeared.

At this moment, the people of Jianghuai, who have been ignored by the rich and Youyou, have for the first time always remembered the young man who seems to be gentle but in fact clank.

This night, Feng Zhiwei held tea and laughed at the building. She watched the sea of blood overturn. The white fluff on the snow-white mantle swept her snow-colored cheek gently. She looked as if she was standing tall, not stained with dust.

Her eyes did not look at the tragedy in front of the square, but always fell behind the deep lane.

There, the group of people who had overheard on her beam disguised their identities and joined the stream of people of the mielong gang. They wanted to fish in troubled waters and escape. Fengzhiwei was ready to close the door and beat the dogs. The archers she arranged on the walls of each lane didn't actually want to kill all the people of the mielong gang. She never wanted to kill all of them, but she had the evil spirit to kill them It will be useful in the future. Her real purpose is to wipe out all those who dare to eavesdrop on her beam!

After those people were found and evacuated from the house, zongchen's Secret guards followed them and pursued them all the time. Some of them were staring at each other and directing each other's whereabouts in the crowd. It can be said that every arrow of the archer on the wall went to the eavesdropper. However, the spies trapped in the alley were either shot and killed in the lane, or rushed out to be shot and killed. There was no other outcome.

Zong Chen stood behind her and looked at her calm and indifferent expression. From the beginning to the end, she did not say that she wanted to leave a living mouth to see who was in charge of spying on her, which showed that she knew who it was.

After hesitating for a while, he asked in a low voice, "really To kill all? "

Feng Zhi slightly lowered her eyelashes. The mist of tea made her eyes more wet, reflecting the dark blue sky and the dripping blood light. She didn't speak, but just held the tea cup closer. It seemed that she wanted to make her cold heart warmer by those tiny heat.

In the darkest hour before dawn, someone in the distance made a secret signal. Feng Zhi closed her eyes slightly and waved.

The crossbow machine was withdrawn and the net of knives was removed. The suddenly liberated members of the mielong Gang fled in a flash like a tide, leaving dozens of shapeless corpses.

Feng Zhiwei did not go downstairs all the time, looking at the alleys which extended in all directions. After a long time, zongchen asked, "do you need to dispose of the bodies in those alleys?"

He refers to those spies who eavesdrop on the beams and are blocked in the alley and are shot to death by fengzhiwei.

Feng Zhiwei was silent for a long time and shook her head.

There was a faint, almost desolate smile on the corner of her lips.

About two hours later, the bodies were placed in a Royal Manor somewhere in Berkshire.

There were five or six corpses lined up in the open space. They were all in a state of confusion, and their faces were still full of fear and unwillingness before they died.

That look, in the eyes of others, is more like a warning.

The faces of the people in the yard were very ugly. Only one of them looked down slightly and looked at the corpses carefully. It seemed that they were trying to figure out what they wanted to say before they died.

His dark black mantle of golden Datura flowers hangs down to the ground, which makes his face more elegant and cool. His eyebrows, which are slightly slanting, are like feathering, showing the dark blue color of distant mountains.

After a long time, he waved his hand, indicating that his men would gather the corpse. Someone wanted to come and ask him something. He turned his back in silence, and the people around him quickly walked away.

He stood silent in the courtyard, slender figure light plating in the weak winter sun.

He looked at the direction of the capital of Jianghuai.

Gently said: "Zhiwei, you clearly know that they are my people."

At the end of the 17th year of Changxi's reign, fengzhiwei, who had been in charge of the Jianghuai region for just one year, once again set off a bloody wave in Jianghuai road. Under this gentle and Iron-blooded envoy, the mielong Gang, the biggest underworld force in Jianghuai area for several years, finally met with the first broken halberd and sinking sand in the history of powerful and powerful forces.

When the news reached the central court, it was said that the political envoys and yamen openly used lethal weapons to create bloody cases in front of the National Grand Yamen. Those imperial historians who uphold benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, gentleness, courtesy, thrifty, and gave people good deeds and punishments would hurt the peace and harmony of the imperial court. Generally, they wrote impeachment and made a lot of noise. But this time, there was no one to talk about Intentionally or unintentionally, he expressed his longing for Wei Zhi. Seeing that the Wei Hou could not finish a political envoy, he would join the cabinet or even lead the army. Who would be stupid enough to rush up and get into trouble?In the end, they didn't do anything, they didn't really kill people. Besieging the governor's Yamen was a big crime of beheading. Killing dozens of people didn't have much to say. The main reason why the mielong Gang collapsed was that when Chaozhong talked about it, his expression was still a little unnatural - Wei Zhi ordered a volley of shots before the sword was pulled out. It's not from self Wei, it's a massacre.

Fengzhiwei himself also made a plea for guilt. His words were sincere, indicating that the underworld forces had harmed one side. As an official, he should be the leader of the people. He only wanted to discredit others. Instead, he comforted the old emperor and ordered fengzhiwei to deal with the follow-up affairs.

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