The wide open space was full of people, and everyone was retreating, trying to get rid of the ballista fire. When they hid behind the people, the people on the floor who were turned out immediately sensed the danger and pushed back desperately... like this Turning over layer by layer, everyone is stirring together. Some people think they are squeezed to the back, but maybe after a while, they will be shocked to find that they are pushed to the front again by the flow of people.
There were many people, panic, and death was like a nightmare. Many people in the open space were trampled to death and injured. It was even more unlucky in the alley. Some people were directly crushed against the wall.
All kinds of howls went straight into the sky in the darkness, and the twisting figures reflected by the fire looked like ghosts. Countless people shivered under the covers, and some people boldly opened the window to take a look.
This night is known as the "Night of Slaying the Dragon" in the history of the Jianghuai field. Weihou, who has become a legend forever, turned everything he has experienced into a legend, and this time is no exception. Only killed more than 30 people, and then drove the first gang Mielong, who had tens of thousands of people, to ask for their crimes.
This night has been passed on by word of mouth for a long time by the people of Jianghuai. They witnessed the rise of the first gang after two years, and then they were beaten back to their original form overnight and then annihilated.
At this moment, for the first time, the people of Jianghuai, who are ignored by everyone in Fuyuyouyou, really remember forever the young man who looks gentle but is actually tough.
But this night, Feng Zhiwei was just holding tea and smiling at the top of the building, quietly watching the sea of blood turned upside down, the snow-white down on the snow-white cloak gently swept her snow-colored cheeks, she looked tall and tall, unblemished. The dust is like a man in a picture.
Her gaze didn't look at the tragic situation in front of the square at all, but kept falling behind the deep alley.
There, the group of people who eavesdropped on her beam earlier disguised their identities and joined the crowd of the Dragon Slayer Gang. The wandering archers on the walls in the alleys are not actually trying to kill those Dragon Slayers. She never wanted to kill them all, but killing them will still be useful in the future. Those who eavesdropped on her beam were all wiped out by taking advantage of troubled waters!
After those people were discovered and withdrawn from the mansion, Zong Chen's hidden guards followed and chased them endlessly. With them staring at each other and pointing out their whereabouts in the crowd, it can be said that every arrow of the archers on the wall is a rush. The eavesdropper went, and the spies trapped in the alley were either shot to death in the alley, or rushed out and shot to death, there was no other ending.
Zong Chen stood behind her, watching her calm and indifferent expression - from the beginning to the end, she did not say that she would leave a life alive. Seeing who is the messenger to spy on her, it means that she knows who it is.
After hesitating for a while, he asked in a low voice, "Really... kill them all?"
Feng Zhiwei lowered her eyelashes, the mist of the tea made her eyes even more moist, reflecting the night's miserable blue sky and dripping blood, she didn't speak, but held the teacup tighter, as if she wanted to rely on Those meager amounts of heat make the cold heart warmer.
During the darkest hour before dawn, someone in the distance gave a signal, Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes and waved her hand.
The crossbow was withdrawn, the knife net was withdrawn, and the members of the Dragon Mie Gang who had been liberated suddenly fled like a tidal wave, leaving behind dozens of disfigured corpses.
Feng Zhiwei didn't go downstairs on the tall building, looked at the alleys extending in all directions, without saying a word for a long time, Zong Chen behind him asked: "Do you need to dispose of the corpses in those alleys?"
He was referring to those spies who eavesdropped on the beams, were blocked in the alley, and were shot dead by Feng Zhiwei's men with arrows from behind.
Feng Zhiwei was silent for a long time, then shook her head.
There was a slight, almost desolate smile on the corner of her lips.
About two hours later, these corpses were placed in a royal estate somewhere in Baizhou.
There were five or six corpses lined up in the open space, all in a state of distress, with the fear and unwillingness before dying still on their faces.
That look, in the eyes of others, is more like a warning.
The faces of the people in the yard were all ugly, only one person looked normal, bent down slightly, and looked at the corpses carefully, as if trying to figure out what those people were trying to say before they died.
His dark black cloak of golden mandala flowers hangs down to the ground, making his elegant face even more glamorous. His slightly slanted eyebrows, like plucking feathers, reveal the blue color of a distant mountain.
After a long while, he waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to keep the corpse away. If someone wanted to come over and ask something, he turned his back silently, and the people around him quickly left.
He stood silently in the courtyard, his slender figure lightly cast in the thin winter sunlight.
He looked in the direction of Jianghuai capital.
He said softly: "Zhiwei, you clearly know that they are my people."
At the end of the seventeenth year of Changxi, Feng Zhiwei, who had just been appointed as the chief envoy of Jianghuai for just one year, once again set off a wave of blood in Jianghuai Road. It was the first time in the history of Fengyun's master that his subordinates fell into the sand.
When the news spread to the central government, it is said that the governor's yamen openly used lethal weapons to create bloody crimes in front of the state's majestic yamen. Hurry up to write a letter of impeachment, the noise is very loud, but this time there is not even a single person to speak - the imperial court is tense, and His Majesty has expressed his miss for Wei Zhi several times intentionally or unintentionally. If you don't finish your work, you will enter the cabinet and even lead the army. Who would be stupid to rush forward to make trouble
In the end, they didn't do anything, and they didn't really start killing. Besieging the chief minister's office is a serious crime of beheading, and killing dozens of people is nothing to say. The Dragon Slayer Gang mainly collapsed on its own. When talking about this matter, his expression was still a little unnatural—I heard that before the knife was drawn, Wei Zhi ordered a volley to shoot. If you want to investigate it carefully, it is not self-defense, but massacre.
Feng Zhiwei himself also made an apology, and spoke sincerely, saying that the underworld forces harmed one party, and as a courtier, he should be the master of the people. Hand over all follow-up matters to Feng Zhiwei.