Earlier.

The decoy auxiliary team used thick-backed hatchets to chop down the thorns blocking the road, and slowly went deep into the forest. Finally, they found two useful large trees. Bringing down large trees is a technical job, even for professional loggers.

, may also encounter unexpected disasters at any time, not to mention the fact that for these half-hearted coolies, it is common for some unlucky guy to be killed by a falling tree one day. However, they themselves are very open-minded: the minister is

The great emperor is the cannon fodder, the general is the minister's cannon fodder, the soldiers are the general's cannon fodder, and the auxiliary soldiers are the cannon fodder... all of these are fate.

Everyone looked up at the big tree, discussed it for a while, and then started to work.

You need to clear a space first, so that when the big tree falls, it will not be blocked by other trees, which can really kill people. No one can say how long it will hang in the air: maybe it will click in half a stick of incense.

It collapsed a few times, and maybe it stayed there for a year and a half! Do you want to chop down the tree holding it up or not? If you don’t chop it, all your efforts will be in vain. If you chop it down? Maybe you can knock down the big tree with just one axe.

Zhenluo - being swept away by any branch on the lush tree canopy, the least severe case is the loss of arms and legs and a lifelong disability - if a soldier is disabled in battle, the camp will support him for the rest of his life, but the auxiliary military camp will never support disabled people.

They were all kicked out by a few tough guys and left to fend for themselves.

Then the road must be filled. If you want to transport the grown aniseed, you will definitely not be able to drag it. You must work together to roll the trunk with the branches removed onto several prepared wooden boards, and put a few thick wooden sticks underneath.

To make the wheel, push it for a few steps, move the free planks and wheel at the back to the front, and continue moving forward. Therefore, the road should be kept relatively smooth.

Everyone was busy, cursing, and making vulgar jokes. In the noise, no one noticed that dozens of officers and soldiers were sneaking up next to them.

In the dense woods, you will not be far away from your companions. The previous hunts were a bit strenuous: the thieves had never gone so deep as they did today, until they reached the end of the path that was completely pathless. In order to prevent them from getting into the forest.

To slip through the net and expose the presence of the officers and soldiers, most of the brothers have to sneak far in front of the thieves and drive them out. There are not many people outside. However, there are horse teams in the outer circle. Those who missed it cannot reach the official road.

, will be blocked by the cavalry.

Han Dong is the little leader of this group of infantry. They have come so far and can't walk on the existing trails. The infantry have to walk very hard, and the cavalry will definitely not be able to get in. The front has been completely blocked by shrubs and canes, so

, there is no need to worry about the thieves trying to sneak in and being unable to escape. As long as the semicircular circle is dense enough and no one is allowed to miss and be intercepted by the cavalry in the outer circle, this great achievement will be all yours!

Judging from the sound, there were a lot of people, and it was very likely that the people caught in the net this time were as good as the previous two! Han Dong squinted his eyes and thought about this, and vaguely "saw" himself sitting in the bonfire in a grand manner tonight.

The horse soldiers took a bite of the fragrant barbecue, and even the gray-haired prefect read out the appointment of "Mr. Han Dongqian" with a smile in the county government hall... Well, you can't be in a hurry, you can't give up this credit no matter what.

The horsemen are divided!

Because they had to secretly break up the encirclement, the infantry entered the forest about two quarters before the horsemen (in ancient times, there were twelve hours a day, and each hour was divided into eight quarters, and each quarter was about fifteen minutes today). However, their own

The position is relatively far back, and it’s time to hear some movements from the cavalry soldiers behind us. Why are there no cavalry soldiers approaching to make contact?

Hum, there is no best! You idiots are just lazy. I will let you know how great Grandpa Han is in a while!

Han Dong smiled evilly, put the wooden whistle into his mouth, and blew it.

Every foot soldier who heard the whistle put his wooden whistle into his mouth and blew in response. Suddenly, sharp whistles came one after another in the forest, and the sound was loud.

When the logging auxiliary soldiers heard the whistle, they were confused at first. They put down their work and stood up to look at the sound. When the officers and soldiers emerged from the surroundings with shouts, they were all dumbfounded. The experienced ones had an immediate conditioned reflex.

He put his head in his hands and lay down on the ground: his head is far less valuable than an ax and a saw. As long as it is not regarded as a threat, no matter whether it is an officer, soldier or thief, there is no need for anyone to kill an old man and splash his own blood, right? The big deal is that he will be killed.

Take them to the other side and continue to work as coolies - there are grain cakes and vegetable soup everywhere, so what's the difference? Some half-year-old children who have no knowledge are so scared that they run away. Of course, they can't run very far or they are forced back by the tip of a knife.

The newly cleared open space will either be dug up on the spot.

These officers and soldiers have personally experienced two killings, and their fear has almost disappeared. They are afraid that the credit for stabbing people will be taken away by others, so they always make up for it with a knife, and then go to behead them. Beheading is also a technical job.

, you need to use a dagger or a knife to cut along the seams of the cervical vertebrae. Most officers and soldiers do not have such skills. If they cannot even pull the belt to cut it, they use a waist knife to cut it, leaving the broken stubble in a mess and covering their face and body.

Blood. Finally, he tied the bun of the human head to his belt. He suddenly felt that he was as powerful as a Vajra possessed. He opened his big mouth into a figure-eight shape, held the bloody steel knife, looked around and screamed all the way to the open space.

Drive away.

The sounds of shouting, screaming, chasing, begging for mercy, and snapping bushes... gradually became silent. In less than half an hour, the hunt was over.

More than a dozen people who either didn't run away at all or were forced back were now lying on the newly opened clearing. There were still voices in the forest in the distance, which was the officers and soldiers who were farther away gathering here.

.Peeping a glance at the heads hanging from the waists of several officers and soldiers, and then looking at the expressions of the officers and soldiers, an old auxiliary soldier in his fifties or sixties had a premonition of something ominous. He raised his head and begged: "My lord, spare your life, my lord!"

We are all good citizens, sir!"

"My lord, have mercy on me..." Everyone started to cry.

Han Dong laughed ferociously: "I'm going to blame you! Good citizen? Bah!" As he spoke, he spat fiercely and walked towards here.

"Ah..." A miserable cry came out.

An auxiliary soldier who also had a premonition of disaster wanted to run away. As soon as he raised his body half up, he was stabbed from the back with a sharp sword. He was nailed to the ground, and his hands and feet struggled helplessly. Several officers and soldiers gathered around laughing.

, the owner of the waist knife stepped on his back again, tightened the handle of the knife with both hands and stabbed down harder. Another person walked to the top of the head, leaned over and took out the branch that fixed the unlucky guy's bun, and threw it.

He pulled his messy hair and shouted to another person: "Look at it and chop it right." The third person responded, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, making two gestures on his neck, raising it high, and saying "ha"

Cut it down with one sound.

The knife was embedded in the neck bone.

He tried it but failed to pull it out, and the officers and soldiers watching burst into laughter.

The man holding the knife cursed angrily, put his foot on his shoulder and pried it hard from side to side with both hands. The man's head was lying on the ground with his mouth open. Some of the blood flowing backward from the head flowed along the severed carotid artery, and some mixed with the mouth.

White foam overflowed. The exposed eye was half-opened, and a red line dripped from the corner of the eye, dripping into the soil, intertwined with blood and tears.

The sword was slashed again, this time it hit another neck bone and got stuck again. Everyone burst into laughter again.

Another knife.

The head was finally chopped off and held high. Everyone pointed at the bloody stubble on the broken bones and laughed.

On the broken neck, blood fell drop by drop, and in an instant, it was swallowed up by the ground under his feet, leaving only a red mark. It won't be long before this blood mark will disappear. This land seems to never be satisfied, even if it is shed again and again.

There is so much blood, but the jungle still seems to never see the light of day.

Looking around, he saw that most of the people had gathered. Han Dong raised his voice and said: "Let's finish the work first, collect the heads and go back to rest early. With dozens of heads, we should go back to the extension!" Officers and soldiers

There was a loud shout, and the auxiliary soldiers lying on the ground began to cry and beg again.

"Shut up!" Han Dong shouted violently and pointed his knife at the headless body on the ground. "If you want to be happy, be honest with your grandpa! To avoid suffering more!"

The wails fell silent and were replaced by soft sobs.

As soon as Han Dong finished speaking, he vaguely heard some strange sounds coming from the jungle in the distance. Was it the second horse soldiers coming? However, why did the sound sound wrong? Han Dong waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet and listen attentively.

There was indeed movement, and the sound was getting louder and clearer.

"I'm trapped! Ah..." This very familiar voice suddenly stopped.

"Kill the dog officers and soldiers!" In an instant, as if they suddenly emerged from the ground, shouts of killing seemed to be heard from everywhere behind them!

Han Dong had never really killed anyone in his life, so he was stunned at this scene. The officers and soldiers were even more at a loss.

A guy ran away, threw himself into the bushes, and struggled forward. His back was gradually obscured by the branches that bounced back behind him. After a while, only a small piece of armor was left twisting. Suddenly, this small piece of armor was no longer visible.

It moved, and then quickly grew in size, until the entire back was exposed again. Han Dong was horrified to find that a two-inch-long spear tip protruded from the worn leather armor, surrounded by a bright red that spread rapidly!

Struggling in vain, his hands and feet were lifted off the ground, and then two gun barrels protruded from the bushes - the other one was pierced in the lower abdomen, which may have been blocked by the pelvis and did not penetrate. The two thieves worked together to kill him.

He picked it up and pushed it out.

Deep in the grass and trees further behind, there are figures, sword lights and shouts everywhere!

When the other man saw this, he shouted "My mother!", dropped his knife and turned towards the dense bushes that were intertwined and blocking the back road. The open space was full of thieves, and several thieves walked slowly to him.

Behind him, holding a knife, he looked with interest at the figure stuck in the thorn branches.

"The gun is coming, the gun is coming!" someone shouted.

"Coming, coming." Someone responded.

"Give way." A thieves spearman squeezed over, took a bow step, aimed his spear, and thrust forward. The tip of the spear pierced the leather armor, and the bushes in front of him were soft and untouched.

He didn't have enough strength to dig in. He jumped forward, but he sank deeper.

"Tie the legs, tie the legs!" The people holding the knives shouted excitedly - there was no protection on the legs.

The gun retracted and slowly stretched out again. "This one, or that one?" The tip of the gun lit up the two legs in turn like a tease. Feeling the touch, the two legs twisted wildly in despair, and the gun

The tip slipped from time to time. The people around him were cheering excitedly. Just like the officers and soldiers watching the beheading just now, they were also enjoying the scene in front of them like a theater.

The man stuck in the bushes finally became exhausted, and the range of kicking and twisting became smaller and smaller, until the tip of the gun finally rested on one thigh.

"In"! A thrust.

"Ah... Ouch!" A series of screams sounded.

Han Dong looked at all this stupidly.

"Early surrender, early surrender!" the shouts of hundreds of people rang around.

"Clang". The knife in Han Dong's hand fell to the ground, and a warm current gurgled down his thigh. A moment later, the dark wind in the forest blew by, making his crotch feel cold, and Han Dong started to shiver.

From time to time, shouts could be heard from the forest in the distance. It was the thieves who were searching and killing the officers and soldiers who had not had time to return to the team.

But Han Dong couldn't think about that at this time. He knelt down with a bang and cried: "Grandpa, please forgive me! I surrender, I am willing to surrender!"

Another scream sounded in my ears.

A young auxiliary soldier picked up the discarded knife on the ground and slashed at the guy who had just slashed someone - presumably some relative of the deceased. The slashed person instinctively raised his hand to block, and half of his palm was wiped away.

A bit of flesh drooped down, and he fell to the ground. He pressed the severed palm back with his left hand in vain, rolling around and crying. The young man chased after him, slashing with one knife after another. The young man's strength was limited, and he slashed more than a dozen times in a row.

Only then did he stop rolling and curled up twitching on the ground.
To be continued...