Chapter 933 Noble and glamorous is a kind of disease that can be cured!
Fight!
In Wang Ling's mind, except for fear, only these two words remain. (You can find it)
Huguan City was surrounded and could not escape from the inner city. Even if he was defeated and fled to the inner city, he still could not escape from the heavens. In the end, he either died in the chaos or became a prisoner of the Chu people.
What a cruel method Yan Liang used to treat those enemy generals who refused to surrender. Wang Ling had heard of it for a long time, so of course he was unwilling to suffer such inhumane torture.
The surrender of Yan Liang, a humble guy from a background, was even more proud of his nobleness, and he would never think about it.
There is no choice but to fight to the death.
"How dare you act violently? Let's take your time!" Wang Ling shouted violently, plucked up all his courage, and hit him with a sword.
When Zhang Ren was close to him, he saw Wang Ling's starting force and knew that the enemy general in front of him had no martial arts at all.
Such a native person who dares to pretend to be ahead of me, Zhang Ren, is really overestimating his ability.
Zhang Ren snorted coldly, his tiger steps like the wind, and his sword in his hand was like lightning, carrying the power of thunder, swinging out.
With this move, Wang Ling's sword directly wanted to fight him head-on.
Two battle knives hit in an instant.
Say~~
As Mars splashed, Wang Ling's huge body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground with a "bang".
Within one move, the outcome has been decided.
Wang Ling, who landed on the ground, screamed, vomiting blood, and his mouth shattered, describing his pale and horror.
Although he was severely injured in one move, he was still unwilling to accept it and struggled to climb up with a knife.
Zhang Ren's body arrived in an instant and kicked Wang Ling on the waist.
This kick was so heavy. Wang Ling groaned again, and slid several steps away, hitting the female wall again.
While hitting, he heard a few muffled "crack" sounds, and countless pieces of ribs on his body were broken.
Zhang Ren strode forward, raised his sword, and prepared to take Wang Ling out of the spot.
The moment the sword was about to fall, Zhang Ren stopped the sword.
Among the Chu army, killing generals at the last stage was a great achievement, but the contribution of capturing enemy generals alive was even greater. How could Zhang Ren not know about this?
There are many famous generals in the Chu army. Zhang Ren has rarely had the opportunity to make contributions over the years, and now he has this opportunity for the first time. Of course, Zhang Ren wants to make the greater contributions, the better.
Thinking of this, Zhang Ren was determined to kill and ordered the injured Wang Ling to tie him up and offer him to the emperor.
Wang Ling was captured alive, and the Jin army collapsed and was vulnerable.
Tens of thousands of Chu troops rushed into the city and killed everyone they saw. Those surrendered Jin troops ignored them at all and were killed.
If you surround and do not surrender, the city will be destroyed. Kill them all.
This is the iron rule of the Chu army, in order to retaliate against those who did not surrender, so that they would not dare to oppose the Chu army. Now that Huguan City has been broken, these enemy soldiers only realized that there was no such cheap good thing in surrender.
Half a day of killing. It was not until dusk that the shouts in Huguan City gradually subsided.
Surrounded by everyone, Yan Liang climbed to the top of Huguan City, and looked down at the city of Guan City stained with blood and fire.
The strongest pass was broken, and Yan Liang seemed to have seen Yangguan Avenue leading to Jinyang. He was so excited and happy, and his passion was burning on his face.
"Report to Your Majesty, Huguan City has been fully under our control, and we have killed all the enemy who resisted." Zhang Ren, a veteran general who was stained with blood, stepped forward and reported.
Yan Liang personally helped Zhang Ren up, stroked his shoulders and comforted him, "Just, this battle was beautiful, and you must be the first contribution."
Yan Liang, who was in a happy mood, issued an order on the spot to increase his fief of Zhang Ren and gave him brocade gold and silver as a reward.
Zhang Ren was very happy and was busy thanking him again and again.
Then, Zhang Ren waved his hand again and escorted the injured Wang Ling up and presented it to Yan Liang.
Wang Ling was severely injured, but he still struggled to death and refused to kneel down.
Zhang Ren cursed: "Boy, my emperor is here. Don't you kneel down yet, are you looking for death?"
"I, Wang Ling, are a famous family in the aristocratic family. How can I kneel down to you, a humble man, and dream!" Wang Ling gritted his teeth and screamed angrily.
Facing Wang Ling's shouting, Yan Liang not only did not get angry, but instead felt very ridiculous.
It would be understandable if he was still in a weak young age and those princes of the aristocratic families often used his background to insult him.
At present, Yan Liang has already been in the throne of emperors, and has swept the barbarians. In addition to one of the four seas, he surrendered, and his achievements have surpassed Qin Emperor and Han Wu.
At this time, some people dare to use his background as a sarcasm, and they are really ill.
Yan Liang's eyes were as lightning as lightning, and he looked at Wang Ling in front of him coldly, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It turns out that you have a noble and cold disease, and you cannot be treated with it. This disease needs to be treated. If you don't want to be treated, I will only be here for you.
Treated."
Listening to Yan Liang's sarcasm, Wang Ling was angry and confused, and didn't know how to respond.
At this time, Yan Liang's eyes suddenly condensed, and his cold murderous intent instantly made Wang Ling cold.
"Tell me the will. After the Jinyang City was destroyed in the next day, I will copy the Wang clan to me. All the male members were dismembered from the body, and all the women were sent to prostitutes." Yan Liang issued this cruel decree in a cold tone.
Wang Ling instantly described a major change, and his originally solemn face was occupied by fear in a blink of an eye.
Yan Liang's expression was indifferent, as if he was looking at a clown, and he admired Wang Ling's shocked and terrified expression.
The Wang family is a large family of Jinyang and the largest family in Bingzhou. Wang Yun was born in the Jinyang Wang family. Because he couldn't stand the humble Dong Zhuo, he pressed on him and tempted Lu Bu to kill Dong Zhuo.
Isn’t you Wang Ling from a noble family? Isn’t your Wang family noble and cold? Very good. I will kill all your Wang family men and let your Wang family women be prostitutes for generations. It depends on how you still have them.
Noble and cool.
"Yan Liang, our Wang family is a noble family. Even Dong Zhuo had to pay three points to his uncle back then. How dare you treat our Wang family like this?"
Wang Ling was a little scared to the point of being crazy. When he didn't beg for mercy at this time, he actually dared to show off his nobleness to Yan Liang.
Yan Liang's face showed disgust and said coldly: "It's better if you don't mention that guy Wang Yun. Once you mention it, I will destroy your Wang family."
Wang Ling's spirit was shocked, and he was speechless. He had to know that Wang Yun had the great achievements in killing Dong. No matter who is the master of his country, he admired Wang Yun very much.
Now, Yan Liang is so disdainful of Wang Yun. How can Wang Ling understand this?
"Although Dong Zhuo is a martial artist in Xiliang, he respects your uncle Wang Yun and trusts him so much that he lets him take charge of the government affairs.
"But your uncle repays his grievances with kindness and designs to kill Dong Zhuo, such a despicable and shameless person, I feel disgusted when I think about it. You still have the face to show off."
Yan Liang ruthlessly revealed Wang Yun's shameful true face.
"Yan Thief, don't insult my uncle. My uncle is for the sake of the Han Dynasty. He is the most loyal and righteous person in the world. How could you be insulted?" Wang Ling was so angry that he stopped screaming.
"What a man for the Han Dynasty!" Yan Liang snorted coldly, "When Dong Zhuo was there, the Han Dynasty still had a little prestige. Once your uncle killed Dong Zhuo, the prestige of the Han Dynasty was wiped out from the ground, and the world truly entered the era of chaos in the separatist rule of heroes.
, What a bullshit loyalty, according to my opinion, Wang Yun is the culprit of the destruction of the Han Dynasty!”
Yan Liang made a sarcasm to defeat Wang Yun and the heroes of "Guarding Han" back to their original form and became the culprit of the destruction of the Han Dynasty.
Such remarks were simply unheard of, and Wang Ling was stunned and didn't know how to respond.
Yan Liang was right, Wang Yun was the culprit of the annihilation of the Han Dynasty.
Wang Yun was simply self-reliant in his nobleness and was unwilling to be suppressed by Dong Zhuo, who was humble from birth. He also wanted his Bingzhou Group to replace Xiliang Group and become the master of the Han court. Therefore, he used despicable means to design
Kill Dong Zhuo.
What are the bullshit loyalty and righteousness, what is for the Han Dynasty, and what is for justice, are just high-sounding excuses. Wang Yun is no different from other princes, and what he does is nothing more than the word "profit".
After a few words, Yan Liang ruthlessly tore Wang Yun's tall image and criticized Wang Ling's great hero in his mind.
Wang Ling was angry and anxious, and his face turned red and he was almost going crazy.
"Yan Thief, you are talking nonsense, you are bullshit!" Wang Ling ignored his image and cursed like a shrew.
These noble and cold hypocrites, the so-called morally noble people, are like this. If you can't beat you, you will tell you the great truth. If you can't explain the great truth in time, you will become unreasonable shrews.
Yan Liang is the most experienced in dealing with such people.
"Come on, I'll take off this kid's pants and whip it thirty whips first." Yan Liang waved his hand and yelled.
The imperial guards from both sides stepped forward and pressed Wang Ling to the ground, took off his pants, and Zhou Cang took action by himself, whipping Wang Ling's pink butt with a whip stained with water.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ah! Ah!
The sound of the whip was crisp, and Wang Ling was whipped like a pig, and in a moment, he was whipped into pieces and blood.
Not long after more than thirty whips, Wang Ling's butt had turned into a pool of mud, and he almost fainted from pain.
"Yan Liang... How dare you treat me like this... Woo... You must die so badly... Woo..."
Wang Ling lay weakly there, gasping heavily, drooling, and cursing Yan Liang with sobs.
"I'm not convinced yet, so I'll continue to beat me!" Yan Liang shouted again.
Zhou Cang rolled up his sleeves, waved his whip, and continued to whip down with a "slap", thrusting Wang Ling so hard that his bones were almost exposed.
In a blink of an eye, another twenty whips were gone.
Wang Ling had been pumped and foamed at the mouth, his eyes turned white, and the pain was almost gone.
"Give me your life, don't slap anymore, I'll accept it, I'll accept it..." Wang Ling finally couldn't hold on and howled and begged for mercy to Yan Liang.
The noble and cold hypocrites are indeed corrupt.
Yan Liang raised a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "It's too late to shout for mercy now. Come on, drag this guy down to me, and the five horses will dismember you."