"Why let us go?"
He Kui didn't dare to move, he waved his hand to stop Yang Caiping who came down from the carriage: "I'm not a three-year-old child, I never believe that there are pies falling in this world, but there are traps. So if you are Want to humiliate us, please put away your thoughts, I am not your opponent, but I can choose a dignified way to die."
The burly man who stopped in front just shook his head: "If you don't leave, I will regret it."
He Kui carefully checked that the man's expression did not seem to be fake, turned his head and pushed Yang Caiping into the carriage, then he pulled the rein of the rough horse and was about to go forward, but was stopped by the strong man.
"You regret it sooner!"
He Kui drew out the double sabers again.
"No."
The burly man said seriously: "I mean you two can leave and don't come back. But everything you bring, including other people, can't leave. The money in the carriage was searched by Yang Shunhui over the years People's fat and people's anointment and the benefits they got from foreigners. And the 1,000-man team was once a soldier of the Sui Dynasty, and their purpose of survival is not to become eternal sinners with Yang Shunhui."
"You are not entitled to these things."
He said.
Without any hesitation, He Kui pulled Yang Caiping out of the carriage and strode forward: "There are dozens of taels of silver in my package, which is the monthly money I have saved over the years. If you think I shouldn't bring Let's go, and I'll stay too."
"You want to kill my father?!"
At this moment, Yang Caiping broke free from He Kui's palm and looked at the burly man with red eyes: "Answer me! Are you going to kill my father?"
"Go!"
He Kui gave him a hand.
"He Kui, don't make me hate you!"
Yang Caiping said with a hoarse voice: "Although I am incompetent, at least I know what filial piety is. If I know that someone is going to kill my father, but I only care about running for my own life, maybe others can do it, but I can't do it." Come out. He Kui, thank you for taking care of me all these years, but I can't go today. If my father is destined to die, then I should die before him."
"idiot!"
He Kui cursed, turned around and walked out by himself.
After a dozen or so steps, he turned around and cut Yang Caiping on the back of the neck with his palm. Yang Caiping let out a muffled grunt and then fell down softly. He Kui supported him, then carried him on his shoulders and walked away in the morning. The burly man didn't speak any more, just watched the two of them leave.
"If you hate me, just hate me. I can't just watch you die. If you wake up and look for death, I'll dump you again. You can do whatever you like... I don't care!"
He Kuidudu left without looking back.
Not long after the two of them left, a young man in a black gown walked out slowly from the side of the road, glanced at the astonished soldiers, nodded to the burly man and said, "I know why I asked you to stop me!" Are they?"
The burly man was Shi Wan. He glanced at Fang Jie and lowered his head guiltily: "I'm sorry... I really can't bear to kill the two of them. If that guy named He Kui abandoned Yang Caiping before, I would definitely do it, but He didn't do that, so I don't see a reason to kill him."
Fang Jie smiled: "I asked you to stop them because I knew you wouldn't kill them. If it were someone else...the two of them are already dead."
Shi Wan was stunned for a moment, and then gave Fang Xie a grateful look.
"You were all soldiers of the Sui Dynasty."
Fang Jie turned his head to look at those cavalrymen. There were not many cavalrymen in Yang Shunhui's team. The most elite cavalry were no more than this thousand people. It was precisely because of this that Yang Shunhui sent them to escort Yang Caiping. These thousand people are no different from his personal soldiers. But at that moment just now, none of these cavalry made a move, which seemed to be an attitude.
No one even draws a knife.
"But you are all despised traitors now."
Fang Jie said slowly: "Yang Shunhui has been nailed to the shame and will never stand up. Even if he dies, he will die with infamy. Even if decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years pass, people in later generations will never mention this name." There will always be disdain and ridicule in his tone. It is impossible for him to stand up, but you are different... If you think that you will live well with Yang Shun, just ignore what you said just now, and you can leave. If you think your conscience is up Even if there is still a little bit of trouble, I will give you another way now."
Fang Jie pointed to the north, in the direction of Phoenix Terrace: "Go to Phoenix Terrace, and use your own blood to wash away your shame. If you believe that you can regain your innocence on the battlefield, then go and fight foreigners with real knives and guns." One. If you feel that it doesn’t matter anyway that you have been scolded to pieces, then you can go, throw down your weapons, take off your armor, and live in your own world for the rest of your life.”
The cavalry stood there, looking at each other.
Some of them looked down at their hands, which held the hilts of their knives.
Drop your weapons
sinner
These words struck their hearts again and again like lightning.
To be honest, these soldiers have the same mind. When they were in Muping City, the common people would spit a mouthful of thick phlegm when they saw them still wearing the uniforms of the Sui Army from a distance, then turned their heads and left. They take to the streets, and no one even wants to sell them anything.
That's right, Yang Shunhui was really good to them, and he never defaulted on his military salary. Whether they dress well and live well, it stands to reason that they should be grateful to Yang Shunhui.
However, everyone feels as if they are tied by a rope. Every time they hear those mocking words, every time they see those contemptuous eyes, it seems that a hand is grabbing the life-and-death rope and pulling it out. Stretching, pulling my heart, it hurts so much.
"I am Fang Jie." Fang Jie said loudly, "The leader of the Black Banner Army."
There was an uproar!
All the cavalry were frightened by this name, and everyone's face was full of disbelief.
"If you think you can save yourself, then do me a favor."
…
…
In fact, Yang Shunhui hadn't fallen asleep the whole time, and he could hear He Kui's conversation with Yang Caiping clearly. He pretended to be asleep and didn't wake up, but he didn't want to see his son's back when he left him. He didn't know what was wrong, but when he thought of his son's parting this time, he felt a little pain in his heart.
Maybe it's fear.
He picked up the teapot and poured a mouthful of herbal tea into his mouth. The tea was already cold, and even Dongjiang was no longer warm at night in this season. The herbal tea went into his throat and then went down his throat into his stomach, and he could clearly feel the way the herbal tea had passed.
He looked out and couldn't see anything.
On the kang, the map is still spread out.
The place called Gao Ning was marked by him with a red pen, even under the dim light, it was still so clear, as shocking as a drop of blood.
Thinking of blood, Yang Shun shook his head vigorously to stop his wild thoughts. He planned very carefully, this time he left to go to the island to escape for a while, and then went to Bohai country. He has old acquaintances in Bohai State, and he believes that the person he personally promoted will not refuse to take him in.
He just wants to live the life of an ordinary rich man in peace.
With some difficulty, he looked back from the map. He felt that he was really old. If you sit for a long time, your back will be sore. Speaking of which, although he has led the army for decades, he has not actually been injured. He has experienced the process of the Sui Dynasty from its heyday to its decline, but he has always relied on his keen insight to avoid all dangers.
but
exception today
When the sound of horseshoes sounded outside, Yang Shunhui's expression changed immediately. He called the guards on duty outside and asked him to see what happened in the team. Before he could finish his orders, a general in iron armor ran up in a hurry, panting: "General, you sent out before The thousand cavalrymen from here are back!"
Yang Shunhui's expression changed suddenly. After hesitating for a few seconds, he suddenly turned around and punched a hole in the wall of the house. He rushed out amidst the dust, and he was tens of meters away. He didn't know what happened, and he didn't know why he was afraid.
But he is very clear about one thing. Over the years, it is precisely because of this kind of fear that appears from time to time that he can avoid disaster after disaster.
But obviously, this fear came too late today.
"I want to ask you something."
In the night rain, a slender-looking young man stood not far in front of him. It appeared suddenly like a ghost, crossing from the void without warning. Without any hesitation, Yang Shunhui drew a short gun from his waist and raised his hand to shoot.
This gunshot is also a signal.
He was accompanied by a team of god-slaying musketeers sent to him by Emperor Lyman.
"I don't even have the self-esteem of a practitioner... When facing the enemy, the first reaction is to pull out a foreigner's firearm, and count on the bullet that the foreigner can kill the practitioner, not your own cultivation. Over the years Your transformation seems to be really thorough, but... you are going to be disappointed."
"This kind of bullet can penetrate any cultivation power without being affected."
The bullet fell in front of Fang Jie, and a horizontal knife was blocked there. It was a very common Sui-style horizontal saber that Fang Jie had drawn from a cavalryman's waist before. After understanding the horror of a thing, and whether the number of this thing is so large that it is powerless, then it is no longer scary.
"However, it is not omnipotent."
Fang Jie threw away the horizontal saber casually: "Waiting for your god-slaying musketeers? They probably won't come, I just borrowed your thousand cavalry, and the first thing to do when we return to the camp is to attack the god-slaying musketeers' garrison. Kill them all. The musketeers don't doubt their allies, and I want a vote from the soldiers."
Yang Shunhui's expression was ugly: "What did you do to Huiji?"
he asks.
Fang Jie sighed: "The second reaction is to ask how your son is. It seems that you still love yourself more. You should have such awareness. You don't know when someone who kills you will appear, right? Is it just because I am Fang Jie that you are more nervous?"
Yang Shunhui's heart was very confused, Fang Jie's words made his mind even more confused.
"You thought it was impossible for me to appear in front of you, but here I am."
Fang Jie walked to the low wall not far away, jumped up and sat on it: "I don't want to kill you yet, you should know that you still have value to use."
Yang Shunhui turned around, trying to escape in another direction.
He found himself unable to escape.
The other three blocked all his escape routes.
The crisp gong sounded in the barracks, especially harsh at night. Soon, the generals of each battalion were attracted by the sound of the gong. Then they saw a fat man in Taoist robes, beating a gong vigorously in his hand: "Everyone, come and see, your chief general Yang Shunhui is about to die!"
Many people gathered around, all holding the handle of the knife tightly.
Yang Shunhui naturally has many cronies, especially his personal soldiers who are all assembled at this moment, no matter what they are facing, their duty is to protect the general.
"Be safe and don't be impatient!"
Fatty Xiang Qingniu beat the gong a few times and shouted: "Yang Shunhui is just dying, not dead yet. Before he dies, let me ask him a few questions on behalf of you. Don't aim at me with bows and arrows, it's useless... I am Xiang Qingniu, Qingle Mountain Yiqi Guandao, no amount of your feathered arrows can kill me. All those who wear iron armor come over to Daoist, let's chat with General Yang Shunhui together today."