The second person to draw lots was a tall young man. Song Qing couldn't help but be surprised when he saw his figure. This boy was quite strong. Why was he not singled out and killed in Shahe that day?
Maybe it was dark and he was in a hurry, so he missed this guy, Song Qing thought. Then he smiled coldly, look how lucky you are!
"What are you doing here? Come on!" Song Qing shouted and pretended to raise the tip of the knife, threatening the tall young man to kill him immediately if he didn't draw.
Zhao Xueqi was afraid that Song Qing would suddenly kill someone, so he hurriedly urged the young man: "Draw it quickly, draw it quickly, it may be a birth certificate. If you don't draw it, you will die soon." In his heart, he scolded the butchers of the Jinzhou Army.
It doesn't count that Shahe killed a thousand people, and now they want to kill again. Don't they know that these deserters are not soldiers at all? They are just helping farmers who have just put down their farm tools and picked up swords. They only need a few days of training.
Do you just expect them to be able to fight like you? What a joke! They are also engaged in military law, military law and so on. Are these people your Jinzhou soldiers?
It seems that it is not safe to follow this surnamed Shi. This guy kills people without blinking an eye. It is safer to follow Eunuch Gao and the future will be better. However, what Eunuch Gao is waiting for is that if Wang Tiande is not willing to do it, this matter may be ruined [
Zhao Xueqi was a little distracted. He didn't wake up until the young man stretched out his hand in front of him, and hurriedly squeezed it and let him pump it.
Just like the one before, this tall young man was equally nervous, and his hand for drawing lots was also trembling, but he didn't hesitate for long before he reached out and pulled out the second one...
He didn't close his eyes, but went straight to see the result. When he saw it, he felt instantly relieved - he had drawn a long-term lottery.
"Okay, you're alive, stand over there!" Song Qing waved his hand to the young man to go aside without saying a word.
"Next!"
The third one was still a long lot, and the deserter who was drawn immediately breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the side excitedly. However, the breathing of the remaining seven people continued to get heavier. Although the three people in front were lucky enough to survive, they
The chance of being unlucky enough to win a short lottery has actually increased by a few points, and these few points can kill them at any time.
People are so strange. When someone else's death can bring life to themselves, everyone is cursing the two people who got the long lottery. If someone else dies for them, they will be ecstatic and will not go at all.
Sympathy for the unfortunate companion.
The fourth person who drew lots was a middle-aged deserter. He must be close to forty. I don’t know if it was because he was old and had seen a lot of the world, or if he really meant it, or because he was frightened. He actually grinned at the others behind him.
, then walked up to Zhao Xueqi, pointed at the three companions who had drawn the long lot, and asked: "If I draw the short one, will they kill me?"
"One knife per person, do you think you can still survive?" Zhao Xueqi replied angrily, "How long has this guy still cared about this? With your body, can you survive nine knives?"
After hearing this, the middle-aged deserter exhaled and looked very calm. He said to himself: "Well, if God wants us to die, we can't live. If God wants us to live, we will definitely not die! Hit! Drawn!"
I drew a wooden stick, then raised it up, and it turned out to be a long stick!
"You're lucky, stand over there!" Song Qing waved his hand.
The middle-aged deserter was relieved and bowed to Song Qing. Then he walked aside and murmured: "We have already said that our father will protect us and my mother will protect us too."
Next is the fifth and sixth... What's strange is that after eight people were drawn in a row, no one got the short lottery. This made both Song Qing and Zhao Xueqi puzzled. It doesn't make sense. Eight people were drawn in a row.
Sign in!
Zhao Xueqi even secretly took a look at the lottery ticket he was holding tightly in his hand and found that the short-term lottery ticket was indeed still there. Only then was he convinced that there really was such a thing as luck in this world.
The excitement of the eight deserters who survived has not subsided. They stood there, their bodies obviously shaking a little, and the calves of two of them were shaking violently. In the snow not far away from them, they were rolling down.
The heads were from other groups of deserters who had been drawn with death lots and executed. The blood rolled to the ground, and the bodies still spewing blood without their heads made them feel even more precious about life. They swore never to run away again.
never run again
Things in the world are right and wrong. Some people are happy and rejoicing, while others are unlucky and cry and fear.
The last two deserters' faces were so pale that there was no blood at all, and their teeth were clenching loudly. The young man in front looked as if his soul had been lost, and stared blankly at the last two picks in Zhao Xueqi's hand.
It's like being stupid.[
The eight deserters who got the long-term lottery knew that this young man used to be a clerk in a rice shop in the county town. His surname was Zhang and his very festive name was Fulai. Among them, he was the least courageous. He was the one who used to fight with the rebels.
The one who barks the most fiercely and runs the fastest. The other one’s surname is Zhou. I don’t know what his name is. On weekdays, everyone calls him Tuesday.
There are only two left, and one of them must be a dead draw. There is no doubt that one of Zhang Fulai and Tuesday will win the short draw and be killed!
As long as he draws the death lottery, the other nine fellow villagers will kill him mercilessly to prove their loyalty to the Jinzhou Army and to prove that they will never retreat from the battlefield.
Am I the one who deserves to die?
Zhang Fulai and Tuesday had no choice. They could only resign themselves to fate. Either he would win or I would win. There could be no other outcome.
Zhang Fulai's face was dirty, as if he hadn't washed his face for several months. He couldn't tell what he looked like at all, but there was a large scar on his forehead, as if it had been sliced ​​by a cannon, and blood clots had condensed on it.
It's still bright red.
At this moment, his feet seemed to be of great weight and he could not lift them up. His chest was also so tight that he felt like he could not breathe.
Tuesday was not much better, as if his body was no longer his, he stood there numb.
"Are you going to smoke?" Seeing that Zhang Fulai refused to smoke, Song Qing's eyes showed evil intentions.
"I, I will draw." Zhang Fulai took a trembling step. Every time he took a step, Tuesday's heart trembled, as if he was the one going to draw lots.
Sign to death, sign to death, sign to death!
Tuesday kept shouting in his heart, staring fixedly at the two wooden sticks, his eyeballs bulging as if they would explode at any time.
As long as he draws this lot, the person behind him does not have to draw it, because there is no suspense about the outcome, either he dies or I die. The moment he stretched out his hand, Zhang Fulai pretended to smile calmly, and placed his fingers on the two remaining
The top of the bamboo sticks moved back and forth hesitantly, until Song Qing became anxious and urged him again, then he grabbed one of the bamboo sticks and slowly pulled it up...
The sign seemed to be several feet long. It was pulled out bit by bit, but the end could not be seen.
Zhang Fulai was watching, Tuesday was watching, and the eight deserters who survived were also watching. Song Qing, Zhao Xueqi, and the Changping soldiers were all watching. Everyone craned their necks to look at Zhang Fulai's hands. Zhang Fulai was surprised at this moment.
I was already sweating profusely, and my heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to explode.
The wooden stick was only as long as a finger, but Zhang Fulai seemed to have spent several hours. The following Tuesday felt like a year, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
No matter how slowly Zhang Fulai drew, the wooden stick was still so long. Finally, the wooden stick was completely exposed from Zhao Xueqi's hand.
Deadly sign!
"Alas!" The second he saw the dead draw, Zhao Xueqi sighed slightly, looked at Zhang Fulai with pity, and whispered: "You won the short draw!"
The moment the death lot was drawn, Tuesday said "Ah", jumped up high, and then sat down heavily on the ground, smiling foolishly.
Zhang Fulai seemed to still refuse to believe that he had drawn the dead lot, so he pulled out the last remaining bamboo stick, but as everyone knew, he had drawn the short lot, and he was the one who had to
Someone who is going to die![
"No, no, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, wuwu"
In an instant, Zhang Fulai lost all the strength in his body. The calmness he had just pretended to be was replaced by panic and fear. Because he was too scared, he burst into tears. At this time, if he stopped crying, he would find that
Around him, there were many cries.
"No, no, no, no, I don't want to die. I still have my mother at home, and I have a younger sister."
Zhang Fulai could no longer stand. He collapsed on the ground, facing death. He was just an ordinary person. How could he calm down and die peacefully?
So what if he doesn't give in, he is destined to die because this is the military order of Jinzhou Military Iron.
"kill him!"
There was no sympathy or pity in Song Qing's voice, and the Changping soldiers threw nine long knives in front of Tuesday and the eight deserters.
"Pick him up and kill him!" Song Qing shouted loudly.
The nine people looked at each other and hesitantly bent down to pick up the long knife on the ground. The moment they picked up the knife, more than a dozen firecrackers from a distance of one foot were aimed at them at the same time.
"If you want to live, kill him, quickly!" Song Qing kept threatening, and he didn't have much patience anymore.
Under his coercion, the deserters began to slowly approach Zhang Fulai, who was on the ground. Their hands were trembling, and it seemed difficult to start. After finding someone approaching him, Zhang Fulai jumped up nervously, gasping for air, eyes wide open.
Staring intently at the long knives raised in the hands of his companions.
"If he wants to live, he must die! Otherwise you must die!"
Song Qing seemed to like this cruel game and took another step forward. He roared like a demon and threatened the deserters to take action immediately.
The more people fear death, the more desperate and crazy they will be in order to live. Under Song Qing's threats again and again, the deserters knew that they had no choice.
Tuesday staggered a few steps forward, waved his long knife at Zhang Fulai, gritted his teeth and shouted at the eight people: "If he doesn't die, we will die! Everyone, let's do it!"
The deserter who was the first to draw the long lottery immediately shouted: "Kill him! Kill him!" Without any hesitation, he raised his knife and slashed at Zhang Fulai.
Zhang Fulai was panic-stricken and instinctively raised his arm to block it. As a result, the knife hit him on the shoulder. It cut into him by an inch and the blade had already cut into the bone. If he applied more force, Zhang Fulai's arm would probably be damaged.
will be cut off.
Blood spurted out, covering the deserter's face, brows, nose, and mouth, making it wet and smelling fishy.
Zhang Fulai screamed in pain. He covered his arm and begged for mercy in pain: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"
To be continued...