That night, the imperial envoy arrived again, but this time he was accompanied by three thousand troops and ten levels of top-notch imperial guards who were all three-star war soul masters.
Without even reading out the cabinet order listing the charges, a group of soldiers, led by several powerful top guards, rushed into Xu Lei's military tent.
"Where is Xu Lei!" The envoy did not see Xu Lei's figure in the military tent. He only saw a middle-aged man wearing a deputy general's armor standing there.
"I don't know." The deputy general said calmly.
"Search for me, search carefully. If anyone resists, shoot without mercy!"
Half an hour later, the camp was turned upside down, and every corner was carefully inspected, but Xu Lei was still nowhere to be seen.
One of the guards kicked the lieutenant to the ground, pointed at him with his fighting spirit and shouted: "Tell me, where did Xu Lei go! I still don't believe that a living person evaporated before my eyes. He is an important criminal in the empire. If he knew it, he would not know it."
Retribution will be punished with the same crime!"
A hint of scarlet oozed from the corner of the deputy general's mouth, but his expression remained calm, "I don't know."
Three days later, in the central square of Yas City, thousands of prisoners with bruises and bruises were kneeling together. In front of them was a huge pot with boiling water emitting white steam.
A large number of citizens of Yas gathered around and watched eagerly. They had seen many beheadings and family exterminations in this empire with strict criminal laws, but this was the first time that thousands of prisoners were executed at one time, and they heard that these thousands of prisoners were executed at once.
The death row prisoners were the battalion led by the heroes of the empire who had never lost any battle. They did not die on the smoke-filled battlefield, but they were about to lose their heads here.
"You really don't want to say it?" The supervisor looked at the deputy general who was covered in blood. There was almost no intact part of the deputy general's body. After three days and three nights of torture, he had no strength to even speak, so he just closed his mouth slightly.
Eyes shook his head slightly.
"Bah, you are stubborn. I really don't know what benefits that boy has given you, and he is worthy of your sacrifice for him!" The supervisor glanced at the deputy general with some regret, then turned to gesture to Weeks who was sitting on the supervisor platform.
made a gesture.
Weeks still had his signature gentle smile on his face, and he stretched out a finger and shook it gently at the supervisor.
"Kill!" After receiving the signal, the supervisor threw down the first token.
Brush! The shirtless executioner moved neatly and chopped off the heads of hundreds of people kneeling in the first row. Hundreds of heads fell to the ground like rubber balls and rolled.
"Are you going to tell me?" The supervisor looked at the deputy general. The deputy general closed his eyes in pain and still shook his head gently.
"Continue." The supervisor dropped the second token, and hundreds of heads rolled to the ground.
"Howl..." the deputy general howled in pain. As soon as he screamed, he was hit hard on the chin by a strong executioner's punch. The brothers, who had been through life and death together, watched helplessly as the heads rolled all over the ground like picking beans.
, heart-wrenching!
The third branch, the fourth branch...
The supervisor had the last token left in his hand. The once-prominent elite battalion of the empire only had one lieutenant's head still growing on his neck. The floor of the square was stained red with blood, and a thick smell of blood filled the air.
Now, some people who can't bear it have started to vomit.
"The last chance." The executioner's face was a little ugly. He had executed not one thousand but eight thousand prisoners on death row. However, this was the first time that he had chopped off the heads of thousands of people like a slaughterhouse.
This time he gritted his teeth and forced down his rumbling stomach.
The deputy general suddenly smiled, and the supervisor was relieved. To be honest, from the bottom of his heart, he did not want to see the battalion he once admired die in the hands of his own people. Leaving the deputy general behind could be considered a consolation.
"Hahahaha, Commander Xu Lei, the brothers are all good. There is not a single weakling in our 78th Battalion. Hahahaha, if we can follow you and die for you, our life...is worth it!"
This time, before the executioner dropped the signal, Weeks waved his hand fiercely, and several vicious executioners lifted the deputy general up and threw him into the big boiling iron pot without hesitation!
Thousands of soldiers refused to tell Xu Lei's whereabouts until they died. This caught Weeks off guard. He couldn't understand why a cruel, cruel and stupid battalion captain was worthy of their lives. He was just a sesame official.
Is he the battalion commander? Why is he?
I'm afraid only these dead soldiers know the answer to this question.
Xu Lei is cruel, but he is even more cruel to his enemies on the battlefield. No matter how many enemies there are in front of him, he is always the first to enter the battle formation.
Xu Lei is cruel, but he is even more cruel to himself. No matter how injured he is, as long as he can still stand, he will never take a step back until the battle is over!
Xu Lei has strict military laws and will cut off the heads of soldiers at every turn, but on the battlefield, he never gives up on a soldier. Even if the soldier has lost his hands and feet and is trapped in a tight siege, he will still be the first to fight back to save his brothers.
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It is not the battalion captain who is worthy of their life, but the hero they worship and admire. The prestige in the army is not based on power. This is something that other generals who always rush to the end of the battle will never understand.
They all envied Xu Lei for his good luck and having a group of brave soldiers who were not afraid of life and death to work for him, but they never thought about why their soldiers couldn't do this to them, and why they didn't have such "luck".
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The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and among them were some dirty and smelly beggars. Apart from begging, these beggars like to watch the fun.
"Mom, look, that beggar is so pitiful. Let's give him a steamed bun to eat." A little boy of five or six years old was led by his mother. His eyes fell on a figure next to him who looked a little staggering and carried a shabby old man.
On the beggar wearing a bamboo hat, his face is covered with mud and his face cannot be seen clearly.
The mother pulled the little boy aside and said with some disgust: "Stay away from these beggars, they are so dirty." After saying that, she picked up the little boy and left quickly.
Poverty is a common feature of small countries like the Yas Empire. Even in the capital of the empire, there are inevitably large groups of beggars. These beggars are dirty and smelly, and people have no regard for them.
Keep a respectful distance, no one will notice an extremely ordinary beggar.
No one would notice that this thin beggar was clenching his fists tightly, and his nails were dug into his flesh due to too much force.
What is covered under the bamboo hat is a face that is full of stains and cannot be seen clearly, but his eyes are particularly bright, not as gray as other beggars. The corners of his mouth twitch slightly, and his bright eyes are filled with tears.
Tears, but some were stubborn and did not let the tears flow out.
The beggar walked through two narrow alleys and came to a blind corner where almost no one comes. Suddenly, with a loud sound, he sprayed a large mouthful of blood on the damp and dirty wall.
Two beggars, one tall and one short, came over. After rummaging through the garbage pile nearby for a while, they saw the beggar squatting in the corner and shivering.
"Hey! You are not a local, why haven't I seen you before?" one of the tall beggars asked.
The beggar squatted in the corner, buried his head deeply in his knees, did not speak, but continued to tremble.
The short beggar walked up and gently moved the beggar's head with his foot, "Hey, I asked you something, didn't you hear me?"
The beggar still said nothing.
The two beggars, one tall and one short, looked at each other and said, "Is he a mute?"
The tall beggar shook his head and sighed: "I have never seen him in Yas City before. He must be a wanderer from other places. He is really pitiful. Give him something to eat."
The short beggar took out a dirty and hard bun from his arms, broke it into half and threw it in front of the beggar, "In the future, if you have anything to do, come to the ruined temple outside the city to find us, so that everyone can take care of you. If there are other beggars bullying you,
You, just tell me the names of my two brothers. My name is Zhang Da and my brother's name is Zhang Er. Do you hear me clearly?" After saying that, the short beggar was stunned for a moment, suddenly thought of something, and smiled awkwardly: "I forgot that you are a
I'm mute, haha, but it doesn't matter, just make some gestures."
The sky has darkened, and rain has begun to fall.
The two beggars, one tall and one short, glanced at the beggar squatting in the corner, sighed and turned away. In this case, they could give each other half a steamed bun, which was considered the utmost kindness. They could not protect themselves.
I have no time to worry about whether this "outside" beggar will freeze to death here tonight. Besides, this situation is perfectly normal for beggars.
"I heard that those people killed in the square during the day were the 78th battalion led by the imperial hero a while ago."
"Isn't that true? I heard that their battalion captain, the hero of the empire, offended Master Weeks and then ran away, leaving his subordinates to take the blame for him."
"That damn thing is nothing. I used to admire that imperial hero, but I didn't expect him to be a coward!"
"That's it, don't let me run into you. If you do, you'll have to give him a good beating!"
The two beggars, one tall and one short, disappeared at the end of the narrow alley while talking, leaving only the "mute" beggar in the corner who had his head buried in his knees.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the half of the dirty and hard steamed buns on the ground had been soaked by the rain and spread out on the wet ground like a pile of mud.
The beggar who had buried his head in his knees finally slowly raised his head. After his face was washed away by the rain for a while, he turned out to be a boy with pale skin.
"Hero of the Empire?" the young man murmured, his eyes full of bitterness. He suddenly felt like laughing, laughing loudly, and mocking his stupid self. He always felt that he was successful and famous.
He was so arrogant, but he didn't expect that the son of a mere cabinet minister could play himself like this.
He found that he had always been like a fly on the top of the empire, thinking that he could look down on the entire empire, but he had forgotten that he was always a fly, nothing more.
Although the rain was getting heavier, a group of soldiers in armor still passed by on the street from time to time, searching from house to house with a portrait in their hands.
Xu Lei squatted in a corner and watched all this coldly. No one would pay attention to a beggar, and no one would think that the "hero of the empire" they were looking for was the filthy beggar sitting on the street.
"Have you ever seen this man?" A young-looking soldier walked up to Xu Lei and held a wanted poster with a portrait of Xu Lei.
In the portrait, Xu Lei is still dressed in gorgeous clothes, riding a tall horse and looking majestic.
Xu Lei looked at himself in the painting and suddenly laughed.