The cell door opened with a bang, and several big men with broad shoulders and round bodies rushed in. Two of them served each other, dragging Cui Ang and Cheng Gui and walking out.

"What do you want to do? What do you want to do?" Cui Ang screamed in horror and shouted questions repeatedly, but the big man ignored him.

Cheng Gui was much calmer. He looked at Cui Ang and said with a wry smile: "What else can there be? Didn't you hear from the prison chief two days ago that Xiao Ding was back? I'm afraid that today the Western Army will raise its flag to rebel and swear to go out to fight.

Naturally, we have to borrow these two great heads for use."

"Flag sacrifice?" Cui Ang's face, which was originally red due to excitement and struggle, suddenly turned pale.

Cheng Gui nodded: "I guess so."

"I am a scholar of the Song Dynasty and the censor Zhongcheng. How dare Xiao Ding kill me?" Cui Ang shouted.

Cheng Gui sighed: "Zhongcheng, people are about to rebel. I'm afraid that even the officials don't care about you and me. Maybe in the eyes of others, killing a husband to sacrifice the flag will be more prestigious."

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While they were talking, the two of them were already trapped in a carriage that was leaking from all sides. Accompanied by the crackling sound of the driver's whip, and escorted by dozens of sergeants, the carriage rushed straight out of the city.

Saw it!

Saw it!

The endless military formation stood solemnly in the wilderness.

Soldiers rushing back and forth waving command flags.

From time to time, groups of soldiers would receive orders and begin to leave their original positions and move toward new locations.

There are many swords and guns, nails and leaves clashing, and war horses neighing.

An iron-blooded killing intent silently permeated the world in the cold wind.

The carriage continued to move forward, and a high platform stood tall.

Except for the direction of the frontal military formation, the other three directions of the high platform are covered with colorful flags. In the middle of the high platform, a wooden pole several feet high is erected, with a white background and black characters flying on it.

Xiao character banner.

Originally the flag was red.

Because the Song Dynasty still had fire.

Therefore, the flags of the army and the jackets of the soldiers are basically red.

Xiao Ding's original flag was also fiery red, embroidered with the nine characters of "Xiao, Commander-in-Chief of the Western March of the Song Dynasty" on it. The entire flag was decorated extremely luxuriously, beautifully and imposingly.

But now, it has been replaced by a large flag with black characters on a white background.

But just this shiny big flag made Cheng Gui's body feel numb.

"You really want to use our flag as a sacrifice!" Cui Ang chattered his teeth, his face turned purple, and Cheng Gui smelled the smell of urine.

"If a man dies, his ears will die. It's a joke to act like this!" Cheng Gui said angrily.

Cui Ang lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly, with a look of shame on his face.

He thought he could look forward to death, but when the real thing came, his body still refused to obey his orders. The boundless fear was like a tide, flooding his heart one after another, defeating his last line of defense.

Under the high platform, there are many generals.

After being dragged out of the carriage, Cui Ang and Cheng Gui looked at these people. Almost all of them recognized the people standing at the front.

Zhang Yuan, Tuoba Yangwei, Ren Duozhong, Ren Duobao, Xin Jian, He Zheng, Zhou Huan, Cao Can...

Naturally, these people recognized these two, and their eyes fell on their faces.

Many people had a look of surprise on their faces.

Others wanted to laugh but seemed to be holding back with all their might.

They saw the stains on Cui Ang's clothes and smelled the indescribable smell.

In this situation, not to mention Cui Ang, even Cheng Gui felt that it would be better to hit his head against a pillar and die.

What a shame!

But at this moment, even if they wanted to die, they couldn't help it.

The two of them were dragged to the high platform.

On the high platform, a person stood alone.

Xiao Ding!

The strong wind raised his leather wind high, and he was holding the dark scabbard on his waist. With his whole body in black armor, he looked like a sculpture.

"Xiao Ding, do you want to be a sinner of the Song Dynasty?" Cheng Gui shouted loudly. "Are you going to make your relatives suffer and your enemies happy?"

Thinking that he would not survive today, Cheng Gui used all his strength, looked at Xiao Ding, and shouted: "Do you still remember what you said to Academician Ma when we were comforting the envoy?"

Xiao Ding slowly turned his head.

Looking at Xiao Ding, Cui Ang and Cheng Gui, they were all stunned.

The famous Xiao Beard disappeared, and what appeared in front of them was a slightly unfamiliar face.

But those eyes are still the same.

Perseverance!

This moment is also filled with determination.

Xiao Ding pointed his hand at the flags on the four sides of the high platform. None of the colorful flags were familiar to the two people.

"Some of these flags are from the Tubo people, some are from the Uighurs, some are from the Xi people, and of course, some are from the Liao tribes." Xiao Ding said: "These tribes are gone now. From where we stand all the way to

To the north and west, the banners of the Song Dynasty were planted thousands of miles away. Even at this time, my generals are still advancing towards the north."

Cheng Gui was speechless.

Xiao Ding laughed: "Brother De Qian, I remember what I said back then, but what does the court do to me?"

"This is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!" Cui Ang's eyes widened and he said impatiently: "Changqing, Changqing, please let me go back, and I can avenge you."

Xiao Ding looked up to the sky and laughed: "Avenge me? Cui Zhongcheng, how can you avenge me? My father, can my mother survive?"

"Xiao Changqing, as long as you have any brains, you should know that the court has no reason to kill your father and mother. There is something evil here, someone is causing trouble!" Cheng Gui struggled to step forward, but was blocked from behind.

The soldier held down firmly.

"Yes, there is a ghost!" Xiao Ding said calmly: "My father and mother died inexplicably. Then Zhang Chao arrived at Shaanxi Road, and then the court began to mobilize dozens of troops from the capital, Hedong, and Qinfeng roads.

Ten thousand people, and then Li Dan led tens of thousands of soldiers to sneak attack on our Shentang Castle?"

Looking at Cheng Gui mockingly, Xiao Ding continued: "If it was a misunderstanding, why did the court do this? Bianliang is the heart of the Song Dynasty. My father is the third envoy of the Tang Dynasty and a bachelor of Duanming Palace.

My mother was a second-grade Mrs. Haoming, but she died without any explanation. Brother Deqian, can you explain to me why?"

Cheng Gui had nothing to say.

Is there any misunderstanding?

I'm afraid not.

The general is just suspicious.

Xiao Ding had too many soldiers and horses, and he had too much power. The court felt that it could not control him, and tried every means to reduce his power and get him back to Bianliang.

As for Xiao Dingfang, the more the court behaved like this, the more he dared not go back and hand over power, fearing that as soon as he handed over power, the whole family would immediately become a piece of meat on the court's felt board to be slaughtered.

This is completely a dead end with no solution.

Most of Xiao Ding's subordinates are Yi people who were conquered by him. These people believe in power and have no respect for the imperial court. They extremely hope to reach a new level under Xiao Ding's leadership.

Everything is accumulated together.

When someone with good intentions took advantage of the current situation in the Song Dynasty and gently pushed it inside, everything was out of control.

Thinking of this, Cheng Gui turned to look at Xiao Ding, the ferocious look in his eyes was really undisguised.

They are all this guy, they are all this bastard.

If there had not been a huge defeat on the Hebei Road, the situation would never have been like this.

It's like dominoes. When the first one falls, it immediately triggers a series of chain reactions. The final result is simply uncontrollable.

Under the high platform, a hundred strong men beat the cowhide drums, and a hundred trumpeters blew the oxhorn trombones, with a solemn and ferocious murderous intent, rising higher and higher.

"Xiao is sending troops today, and I specially invite you two to be witnesses!" Xiao Ding turned around and said something, then ignored the two of them and strode towards the edge of the high platform.

Cheng Gui looked up to the sky and sighed.

Cui Ang slumped down uncontrollably, but was held tightly by two big men.

The drums stopped, the trumpets stopped.

Cheng Gui no longer had the intention to listen to what Xiao Ding said.

Because it's not important to him.

His time in this world was running out. He closed his eyes, but what he was thinking about was the warm moments he spent with his relatives.

It's a pity that I have been busy working for fame all my life. At this time, I am trying hard to recall the happy scenes with my relatives, but it turns out that only Liao Liao is the one.
To be continued...