Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Five Now it's too late!
Yingtian City, Dalao.
With his hands on his back, Yan Liang slowly walked into the dark and damp prison, passed through the dark corridors, and reached the deepest part of the prison.
The cell door creaked open, and what Yan Liang saw was Zhou Yu, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and concentrating.
The former Koto Mishuro was now sitting there with disheveled hair and ragged clothes, looking dejected and dejected.
Compared to Sun Quan who was thrown into a pig pen, Yan Liang's treatment for Zhou Yu was already good. It was Zhou Yu's courage to commit suicide that earned him so much respect from Yan Liang.
Hearing someone coming in, Zhou Yu opened his eyes and glanced sideways.
When he recognized Yan Liang, a bit of surprise flashed across his gray face, as if he was quite surprised by Yan Liang's arrival.
"Zhou Yu, the whole of Yangzhou has been taken over. Your stubborn resistance has no meaning anymore. Surrender." Yan Liang didn't have any extra words and went straight to the point and made his purpose clear.
Although Zhou Yu was defeated, he was still a rare commander with both civil and military talents. Yan Liang never denied this.
If such a handsome and talented man can bow down and be used by me, he will be a pillar of Yan Liang.
Moreover, Zhou Yu has been against himself all these years, but in the final analysis, he is just working for the Sun family. Now that the Sun family has been destroyed, it is not impossible for Zhou Yu to surrender to himself.
Zhou Yu was stunned for a moment when he heard Yan Liang's words of surrender, but only responded with a sneer.
That sneer seemed to be saying, I am a noble Koto Mishuro. I come from a famous family, how can I be lowered to a common man like you? It is simply a joke.
That sarcastic sneer sounded so harsh to Yan Liang. He did not expect that Zhou Yu would still be so arrogant and self-righteous after falling to such a stage.
"Very good, good laugh." Yan Liang also laughed wildly. His laughter was more arrogant and arrogant than Zhou Yu's.
Zhou Yu, who was leaning against the corner, felt a faint chill in his heart.
The laughter suddenly stopped, and Yan Liang suddenly shouted: "Where is Zifeng?"
"The end will be here." Zhou Cang, who was outside the prison door, hurriedly stepped forward.
Yan Liang said coldly: "It is Chuan Gu's order to confiscate all the women of the Zhou clan and make them slaves."
Zhou Yu's body trembled, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, apparently gnashing his teeth.
He knew that this was Yan Liang's punishment for his cold and arrogant attitude.
"Yan, you are the leader of the party after all, how can you be so heartless!" Zhou Yu, who was frightened and angry, tried to use provocation to force Yan Liang to take back his life.
Yan Liang was indifferent and simply said: "I'll ask you again, will you surrender or not?"
"How could Zhou, a great and good man, surrender to a narrow-minded person like you?" Zhou Yu snorted coldly and arrogantly refused Yan Liang's second attempt to persuade him to surrender.
Yan Liang's expression was as calm as water. There was no hint of anger at all, as if he had already expected Zhou Yu's attitude.
He just waved his hand to Zhou Cang and said coldly: "I will pass on Gu's order again and behead all the men of the Zhou clan, leaving no one behind, young or old."
The men were beheaded and the women were made slaves. Yan Liang was planning to destroy the Zhou family.
The angry Zhou Yu was shocked, and a strong fear surged into his heart. The originally aloof face turned to panic in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Yu himself was not afraid of death, but he found it difficult to accept that he had implicated the Zhou family.
In Zhou Yu's eyes, the solemnity and arrogance gradually disappeared, replaced by some wavering and hesitation.
Just when he was hesitating, Zhou Cang, who had received the order, was already planning to turn around and leave. As long as he left this cell, it would mean that the Zhou family's destruction was irreversible.
At the critical moment, Zhou Yu jumped up anxiously and shouted: "General Yan, please show mercy."
This sentence shocked all the jailers on the left and right, as if they couldn't believe their ears.
The proud and unyielding Zhou Yu finally bowed to their lord today.
But when the honorific "General Yan" came out of Zhou Yu's mouth, it was extremely difficult. It was even more uncomfortable than killing him.
Zhou Yu had no choice but to lower his noble head in order to prevent the entire clan from being implicated and destroyed because of him.
Yan Liang looked down at Zhou Yu who had surrendered, and felt so happy in his heart. It was such a joyful enjoyment for these self-proclaimed nobles to fear their own power and bow their heads and surrender to themselves.
Seeing Zhou Yu surrender, Zhou Cang also stopped. He thought that Yan Liang would show his eagerness for talents and change his attitude towards Zhou Yu, just like he did with other prisoners.
But Yan Liang didn't. Instead, he glared at Zhou Cang and said, "What are you still doing? Why don't you hurry up and pass on Gu's destiny?"
Hearing these cold words, Zhou Yu was shocked and said anxiously: "Yan Liang, don't you just want me, Zhou Yu, to surrender? Your goal has been achieved today, why are you still involving my people?"
Zhou Cang was also secretly surprised, shocked that Yan Liang's current behavior was actually different from the past.
Yan Liang looked down at him and sneered: "Zhou Yu, Gu just gave you a chance when he entered the door, but you didn't take it. Now you have given in, but do you think Gu Hui naively believes that this kind of thing?"
Will you, Zhou Yu, truly surrender if you use threats to force him to surrender?"
Yan Liang's sarcastic words cut through Zhou Yu's mind like a knife.
The shocked Zhou Yu had to admit that just when he bowed his head in words, he was even more resentful towards Yan Liang in his heart. He was even thinking of submitting to Yan Liang on the surface, but once the time was right, he would rebel again.
Obviously, Zhou Yu underestimated Yan Liang's ability to see into people's hearts.
Yan Liang knew very well that a person like Zhou Yu who dared to commit suicide and regarded dignity as his life would never truly surrender. If Yan Liang accepted his surrender today, it would be tantamount to leaving a hidden danger for himself.
In addition to truly cherishing Zhou Yu's talent, Yan Liang's previous attempt to persuade him to surrender also had an element of putting on a show for the outside world.
As Yan Liang said, there was only one real opportunity, but Zhou Yu failed to seize it.
"Zifeng, give me another order from an orphan. The women of the Zhou family will be confiscated and become slaves. After the men are beheaded, Zhou Yu will be quartered on five horses. His body will be hung all over the east of the Yangtze River to deter those who are ambitious."
Zhou Yu's heart was broken, and he sat down weakly. All his arrogance and self-reliance disappeared at this moment.
He never imagined that Yan Liang had stopped him from committing suicide just to make his death more tragic today. At this moment, he truly understood Yan Liang's cruel methods.
Looking at the weak Zhou Yu. Seeing this beautiful man who claimed to be noble, now without any confidence, sitting there in despair, Yan Liang naturally felt a sense of revenge.
"Zhou Yu, Gu is not that heartless person. For the sake of your words of surrender just now, Gu can leave one person for your Zhou family. You don't have to think about the boy. I heard that you have a daughter.
You don’t have to make her a slave."
Hearing these words, a hint of surprise suddenly flashed across Zhou Yu's dejected face.
Being confiscated as slaves means that most of the women from his Zhou family will be rewarded by Yan Liang to his generals, and most of these women who become slaves will become the playthings of men such as dancers and singers, with a little beauty.
Some may be taken into concubines, but those without beauty will most likely become official prostitutes and be ravaged by countless people.
Zhou Yu had many such female slaves in his own home. How could he not know the consequences of being confiscated as slaves?
Now Yan Liang is open to the public. When he thinks that his biological daughter will not have to be reduced to such a lowly status, how can the desperate Zhou Yu not be pleasantly surprised.
"Thank you." At this moment, Zhou Yu didn't dare to feel resentful anymore, so he could only express his sincere thanks.
Yan Liang ignored Zhou Yu, turned around and walked away, striding out of the dark cell.
The cell door was closed again, and only Zhou Yu was left in the empty cell.
After a long time, a sigh full of regret came from the cell.
After leaving the prison, Yan Liang rode his horse straight to the Zhou Mansion in the east of Yingtian City.
In the previous capture of Yingtian, Yan Liang did not attack the Zhou clan. Most of the Zhou clan were placed under house arrest in the Zhou Mansion and were treated kindly.
Now, it's time for their good days to come to an end.
When he rode his horse into Zhou's mansion, the soldiers surrounding the mansion had already begun to carry out Yan Liang's orders.
The soldiers who entered fiercely first ruthlessly took away dozens of men from the Zhou Mansion, and then drove all the female relatives into the hall in front of the lobby.
When the men learned that they would be beheaded, they all howled and begged for mercy. When the women learned that they would be confiscated as slaves, they were so frightened that they were used to living the lives of superior people.
The entire Zhou Mansion was filled with gloom and gloom, and the sounds of crying and howling were endless.
Yan Liang stood on horseback in front of the courtyard, watching coldly as the men of the Zhou family were dragged out and beheaded one by one, and watched as the women of the Zhou family were rushed to the front, crying.
The female relatives were all frightened by Yan Liang's power. They did not dare to cry too loudly and could only sob quietly.
In a short time, more than forty female relatives were driven in and huddled together holding each other.
"My lord, all the men of the Zhou family have been beheaded, and all the female relatives are here. Please tell me, lord." Zhou Cang cupped his hands and said.
Yan Liang nodded slightly and said loudly: "I heard that Zhou Yu has a daughter. Where is she?"
The bodies of the female family members were shaken, and no one said a word, but all eyes were quietly swept towards a woman.
The woman also had a little girl of four or five years old at her knees, who was cowering in fear and sobbing softly.
That woman must be Zhou Yu's wife, Mrs. Xu, and the little girl must be Zhou Yu's daughter, Zhou Yu.
Yan Liang glanced at him, and Zhou Cang strode forward, pushed aside the crying Xu, snatched the little Zhou Yu away, picked him up and gave it to Yan Liang's hands.
The four or five-year-old little girl in her arms is cute and cute. She has obviously inherited Zhou Yu's genes and is a beautiful woman.
Perhaps because of his young age, little Zhou Yu was not sensible yet and did not know that the Zhou family was about to face a disaster. Seeing everyone crying, he started crying too.
The pitiful little girl in his arms attracted more and more sympathy, so Yan Liang wiped away her tears.
Little Zhou Yu was probably afraid of Yan Liang's power, so he stopped crying. His small dark eyes only looked at Yan Liang, and his small hands couldn't help but hug Yan Liang's neck tighter. (To be continued.