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But killing people is never something that can be pleasant.

At least in the sense of Fidgen.

After drinking with Wang Yi, the next day he started to kill.

In fact, when you kill someone, it is like standing in a slaughterhouse, no matter how clean the ground is, no matter how white the walls are, and how neat the workers' clothes are, the heavy, greasy and disgusting feeling will stick to the senses of the whole body like glue.

Like the sound of water leaking through the cracks of a thick cortical bladder, blood spilling out of the abdominal and thoracic cavity......

It's like the wind blowing through the treetops, the subtle whistling sound of cutting through the leaves, and the arteries in the neck are cut and sprayed......

The blade slashed at the human body, breaking the skin and cutting the bones, like a meat seller in a vegetable market cutting a pig's leg into sections, with a clang.

A knife.

Another knife.

It was Bai Bo who killed.

There were a lot of onlookers, including the rescued people, including Fei Qian's troops, the teams of Xihe County, and even some Huns and Hu people, who were watching.

It's like a grand rally.

All the white wave soldiers above the rank, that is, those so-called petty commanders, commanders, and those who served as preachers in the white waves, were among the beheading.

Only the soldiers remained, the most basic soldiers.

On Hangu Pass, Zhang Liao's eleven kills are one out of ten of all the soldiers, and although Fei Qian's proportion this time is not so high, the way of operation is the same.

It was the captured Bai Bo soldiers themselves who did it.

All you want is a petition.

There was a wooden stake on the ground, and on the stake were bound the leaders of the original white waves, and the rest of the white waves formed a queue, and when it was their turn, they put a knife in their hands and went up to cut it.

Blood must be seen, and not blood must be seen.

If there is no blood the second time, or if there is no way to do it, it is not the man who was tied to the stake who dies, but the ordinary soldier.

When the person on the stake is hacked to death with a random blade, the corpse will be dismantled, and then the head will be cut off with a knife, and then taken to a little north and stacked to become a Jingguan.

Among these white wave soldiers, the strong ones will be selected to become professional soldiers, mixed and scattered for grouping, and those who are young, old or weak, will become the first batch of Tuntian soldiers in Pingyang County. And these people who were used to being casual and stained with blood, although they are old and weak, but who can ensure that these guys will not have any thoughts that they shouldn't have?

Therefore, to establish a Jingguan is to establish a rule.

After all, the vast majority of these people who stayed in Binh Duong were illiterate, and it was useless to tell these people about the laws of their homeland and what proclamations they promulgated.

The human head is like a blood-colored melon and fruit, piled up one by one, and soon formed a small mountain, because they were all cut down after death, so there was not much blood in the broken neck, but the dark red sauce, and like red and black jelly, tremblingly dripping down the white trachea bones.

A little further north of the Jingguan of Rentou, there is a wooden platform, and on the wooden platform, there are two people, Fei Qian and Wang Yi. And under the wooden platform, there were also soldiers guarding the black-robed old man of the Hedong Wei clan and his personal guards sent by Yu Fuluo.

When you kill someone, someone has to be a witness.

Moreover, if you just kill people, but no one looks at them, no one knows, you will inevitably lose the meaning of killing.

Fei sneaked to Wang Yi on the side and confessed, then got off the wooden platform, slowly walked in front of the old man in black robe, and looked up and down at this old man who pretended to be crazy.

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

For the sake of Wei's, this old man is also desperate enough.

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

A man who practices martial arts.

It turned out that Fei Qian still wanted to tie this old guy to a stake to scare and scare, but now he saw the scar 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 mind will be relatively firm, and he can't really kill, so he can only change to another mode.

"Someone!" Fei Qian commanded, "Bring those people up." ”

It turned out that the old man had brought twenty guards, but a few were lost, and now there are more than ten still alive, so they are all tied up and escorted to the old man, and stand face to face with the old man.

Fei Qian stared at the old man's eyes and said: "Crazy, it's not the most terrible thing, it's not the final destination, the two armies are facing each other, each by its own means, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, but you can't afford to lose, playing a scoundrel, it's a person's character problem, it's a family's family learning problem!" ”

Fei Qian deliberately used more straightforward words, just to let more people understand these words. "Am I right? Wei Lao Langjun? ”

When the troubled times are coming, what kind of talent is more likely to make people have awe in their hearts, which is more in line with the customs of the Northland?

Is he a gentle scholar who spends his days long, or a brutal man with an iron hand?

This is the image change that Fei Qian must make in front of people, at least to leave a bad impression on people, otherwise in this area that advocates force and has strong folk customs, it will inevitably become a soft egg that can be manipulated at will in the hearts of others.

Fei Qian stared at the eyes of the old man of the Wei clan and said, "If you want to understand, you can stop at any time...... After speaking, he turned around and walked away, returning to the wooden platform.

Huang Cheng, who had been guarding behind Fei Qian, made a gesture, and then the soldier under the wooden platform kicked into the knee socket of the old man's guard on the far left, kicked it to his knees in front of the old man, and then raised the ring head knife, clicked, as if cutting off a radish, and the old man's guard suddenly turned his head in a different place.

The blood in the cavity was like a fire hydrant suddenly broken, and with a "poof", the high pressure in the chest cavity caused most of the blood to spurt out instantly, splashing the whole face of the old man Wei.

The old man didn't expect that Fei Qian didn't say a word at all, he said that he would do it, and he was hit hard by the gushing hot blood, and the blood on his face flowed down, and the smirk on his face was difficult to maintain......

The executioner did not stop at all, and immediately kicked down the second old man's guard, and the severed head jumped on the mud like a ball filled with sand, and after barely bouncing twice, it rolled in front of the old man.

And then the third ......

Fourth ......

Before the old man could fully react, it was like chopping melons and vegetables, and with a click, five people had already been killed, and the blood spurted out by the deceased stained the old man's whole body red.

Finally, some of the old man's guards couldn't help it and began to stir, but they were held back by the soldiers, and there was nothing they could do......

When a younger guard saw that the people in front of him were all dead, and it was about to be his turn in a blink of an eye, he couldn't hold it back, and shouted with a little cry: "Father! ”

The old man's face seemed to be slapped hard by this voice, and the eyebrows that had been standing up pulled down, trembling, and the young guard was also kicked to the ground, and finally he couldn't pretend anymore, and shouted: "Stop!" ”

Fei Qian smiled, turned his head to Wang Yi and arched his hand and said: "If people are not stupid, they can negotiate, so it will bother the prince...... "After all, it is to knock on the Hedong Wei clan, and it is also something that both people and Wang Yi have to do, so inviting Wang Yi to participate is also the right intention." After all, if he did it all, Wang Yi would not necessarily be grateful, but would feel that Fei Qian was too arrogant and domineering, which was not conducive to the next cooperation.

Wang Yi laughed and said, "Fei Envoy Jun is really good!" Good, the rest will be taken care of by me! Fei revealed some means and pulled himself to see the killing, not necessarily without the intention of Liwei...... Haha, you're still a young man......