Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The captives continued to clean the city.

In fact, it is winter, and there are still more than ten days before the Han Chinese New Year. There is no wind and sand, so the city looks very clean.

But according to the logic of Zhuer's work, you have to die if you don't work, so no matter what you are doing, you can't let people idle.

Sweeping the streets is unrealistic, and it will cause unpredictable dangers, such as these Ming army prisoners suddenly violent, and then cause riots or something.

Therefore, before the beginning of the spring, these captives had to continue sweeping the city, and sometimes they were also responsible for moving supplies.

A few years of life as a captive has numbed these bright people, and they can do whatever they want.

It's not that no one has resisted, but in the end they all became human heads hanging outside the city gate.

This is the enemy!

No one impressed Halle more deeply than these prisoners of war.

If it continues to divide and fight, Halle will gradually weaken himself until he is destroyed.

But Meiergan unified Harley, where will Harley go without internal disputes?

When the sun reached the horizon, the day's work was completed.

If they were changed to another place, they would probably be imprisoned when they were not alive, but Samarkand could not.

Meiergan needs these Ming army prisoners to show up in the city every day, and he hopes that this will encourage his subjects.

Ma Song has long been used to being looked at and laughed at.

In the past, when the Harem were afraid of Daming, they had to endure a wave of debris attacks when they came out.

Now everyone is used to it. Except for some children throwing things in the street, those Hariths are reluctant to look at them.

Time always erases all the freshness, just as men and women go from attracting each other like a magnet to gradually looking at the perhaps beautiful face without any feeling. It only takes time to make a small mess in the middle. .

Ma Song stared at the general. He swore that he would get revenge. He even thought about how to revenge, such as feeding stool.

Everyone went down to the city head together, and then went to the city.

The small market also gradually became deserted, leaving only two businessmen who were still bargaining, and a few waiting for the results of their negotiations, so that they could take over the men who had to work hard.

As the temperature started to drop, Ma Song felt a little cold. He glanced at that side stupidly and saw a face he had seen in a trance.

However, Zhao Xing had already determined that these people had seen them yesterday, and the eyes of those people who looked at him were all the same, gleaming with warmth.

He had never been seen this way before, so he looked at each other a few more times.

But the man turned his head, sniffing and waiting for the businessman's negotiation result.

Is that an illusion?

Zhao Xing was a little disappointed, and a familiar shout came from behind him, and he had to speed up his pace.

When he was almost past the small market, he couldn't help but glanced back there.

Nothing!

Returning to the place of imprisonment, half a piece of dry cake is his dinner.

Zhao Xing's weight has lost one-third in the past few years. After taking off his clothes, his breastbone can be clearly seen on his body covered with dirt.

In the darkness, he was lying on the moldy hay, quietly thinking about his hometown.

When night falls, only sleep can make people forget their own situation.

Zhao Xing didn't sleep, he listened to those snoring sounds, thinking about his thoughts.

He wanted to run, but he had observed carefully these few years and couldn't find the time to escape.

There is a dead end in the city, you can only run outside the city if you want to run.

As one of the former scouts, as long as there is a war horse, he dare to say that he can escape to Daming with 50% certainty.

But how can you escape from under the noses of the guards?

The sergeant at the gate of the city was the second level, which allowed him to dispel his thoughts many times.

If you are someone else, you will definitely give up these ideas in this desperate environment.

But Zhao Xing was different, he never gave up.

He thought of his mother. After being captured, if no one proves, then he will be treated as a martyr.

He was worried that his mother would be heartbroken.

"mother!"

Suddenly someone in the room called a mother in his dream.

Zhao Xing walked sideways, tears slipped silently in the rustling voice.

...

Wang Yan, who had not won the deal, took his brothers back.

Every family is cooking at the moment, and there is more smoke in the city.

The cooking smoke gradually gathered together, looking like a thin cloud.

He led people around in those streets and alleys, and one of the extravagant people on the road bought a big meatloaf.

When they licked their lips and reached the gathering area of ​​the powerful, the sky was completely dark.

The two men quietly walked over and said, "My lord, that person has already gone home. The house is very quiet."

Wang Yan was looking at the mansion more than two hundred steps away and said: "Zheer has killed the minister. At the moment, he is the most suspicious. He must be in a bad mood. How can he be in the mood to speak."

Xiao Guwei smiled and asked, "My lord, why are we killing them?"

Wang Yan said: "The time has come to rescue them. Before that, we need to make the city more chaotic."

Gradually, singing and dancing began in many houses around.

Samarkand pinches the throat of east-west traffic, and all kinds of women gather here, and these powerful and powerful can naturally enjoy it first.

Chen Deng took someone to touch it.

After half an hour, Chen Deng came back.

"My lord, no problem."

Wang Yan nodded and said, "Do it!"

He personally led Chen Deng to quietly approach the door of the house.

A sergeant didn't know what means to use, and he opened the door silently.

There is no light in the room, only the glimmer of light can be seen faintly above the steps.

The two sergeants searched around quickly, then came back and shook their heads.

Wang Yan stepped up the stairs first, as if he was at home.

On the second floor, you can see the corridor and the lights leaking from the room.

Using lights to judge whether anyone is the most efficient, Chen Deng quickly found the master bedroom.

He was about to quietly open the bedroom door.

"Kick away!"

Wang Yan lowered his body and ordered.

Chen Deng wondered: "My lord, it will be exposed."

Wang Yan stopped explaining, Chen Deng's heart was shocked, so he took a step back, and then slammed his kick on the door of the room.

"Boom!"

The bedroom door was kicked in like a child's toy.

"who are you?"

There was a middle-aged man lying on the bed. He was awakened and he was already sitting up.

Wang Yan went over first, the short knife in his hand gleaming under the light.

The man knew that he was the suspect, but he knew that the man was not killed by himself, so he was depressed, but calm.

Seeing Wang Yan coming with a knife at the moment, he thought a lot in an instant.

Not everyone can think of leaving a clue to the murderer before death~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but this man did it.

When the short knife in Wang Yan's hand was brandished, he yelled: "I didn't kill anyone! I didn't kill anyone!"

"What did he say?"

Wang Yan stopped the short knife, and a sergeant said, "My lord, he said he didn't kill anyone."

Wang Yan smiled and said, "Excellent!"

The man couldn't understand these words, but he quickly recognized the origin of the language.

It's Mingren!

He regretted it, and the whole thing went through in his mind between the flashing lights.

The murderer is Ming Ren, they want to provoke!

He opened his mouth to spread the news with a roar, but the knife was faster.

The light of blood flashed, Wang Yan didn't need to check, he knew that the man was finished based on the feeling in his hand just now.

He was the first to walk out of the bedroom again. At this time, several servants were startled by the sound of kicking the door just now, and the man yelled later, so they all ran away.

After the time of the assassination, all the suspicions were directed at their master, and now Harleh is not stable, the wild officials have a high chance of revenge, and those who don't run are fools.

Yes, no one came to check, so Wang Yan's plan was frustrated.

"go!"

They quickly descended the steps, just as the servants all ran out.

"Killed!"

Amidst the shouts, Wang Yan led people and disappeared into the darkness.

The army patrolling the night came quickly, and after seeing the tragic death of the suspect, they immediately arranged for someone to pursue it.

He just asked people to pursue it, and then he personally reported the news to Mie'er.

This is a whirlpool, and he doesn't want to get involved.

Yes, so far, his judgment is vendetta.

You kill me, I kill you, when is the time to repay the injustice!

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