Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

He raised his leg and stomped his head under his feet, watching the unwillingness in his eyes become stronger little by little.

Murong Chong smiled lightly, and said: "Then I'll show you the righteousness in your eyes, how insignificant it is."

When Murong Chong was about to throw the dagger in his hand, he stopped, with a smile in his eyes, and said to him: "Well, I'll let you choose, whoever you don't want to see die last, I'll kill him at the latest, how about ?”

The man could only close his eyes angrily and did not answer in protest.

Murong Chong was not angry, just smiled and said: "If you don't choose, then I will choose for you." As he spoke, he threw the dagger in his hand and hit one person's throat, before he could make a sound, he fell to the ground.

Murong Chong looked down at the man, seeing that he didn't respond, the smile on the corner of his mouth widened: "It doesn't look like this, then I'll try again..."

"Is this how you kill innocent people indiscriminately?" The man couldn't help shouting angrily.

"Innocent? Are you innocent?" Murong Chong sneered, "You are deserters and rebels, and you will be executed according to military law!"

"I've never heard of such military law!"

"So I'll tell you now." Murong Chong sat down on the chair beside him, took the blood-stained dagger handed over by the person next to him, wiped it with the hem of his bloody clothes, and said as if nothing had happened. : "Don't you want to be a hero? Isn't it for righteousness? Why do you only say a few words that are completely meaningless at this moment?"

Seeing that he couldn't answer for a long time, Murong Chong continued: "You are not doing it for any righteousness, this is just an excuse for you to incite others, just to look decent by defecting."

As he spoke, he coldly glanced at the kneeling crowd, and laughed, "If one of you is out of righteousness, I'll let him leave this place alive. They're just a group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and death is not enough." pity!"

"Except for this," Murong Chong pointed to the mastermind who was lying on the ground in an extremely humiliating posture at the moment, and ordered: "The others are pulled out immediately and killed with sticks!"

After a moment of commotion in the camp, according to Murong Chong's order, only he and the mastermind of the rebellion were left.

The man was still tightly bound and lying on the ground, his face covered with mud, he was in a state of embarrassment.

Before his heart settled down, there were wailing sounds from outside the tent.There were cries, begging for mercy, and dull beating sounds one after another, and curses were added after a while.

Other people might find these sounds irritating and uncomfortable, but when they fell on Murong Chong's ears, it was as if they were on a completely different frequency, and they couldn't arouse even a trace of irritability in him.

On the contrary, the mood of the person lying on the ground became more and more unable to calm down. He didn't know what was waiting for him, and the wailing of other people tortured every nerve of him like a series of reminders.

Murong Chong sat there drinking tea calmly, and did not deliberately observe his reaction. When the voice outside gradually weakened, Murong Chong said leisurely: "I have a way to spare you. Not dead."

After a long period of mental torment, the man's consciousness was so fragile that he couldn't bear a single blow. When he heard Murong Chong's words, he didn't think twice, and quickly responded: "I am willing, I am willing, I am willing..."

Murong Chong chuckled: "I haven't said what it is yet?"

"I promise anything, as long as the general spares me."

"You will regret it." Murong Chong said softly with a smile, only he could hear this sentence.

Murong rushed forward to pull him up from the ground, and untied the rope that bound him, but he couldn't even take a step, and could only stand there in a daze.

Murong Chong locked his hands with a special copper lock, then stuffed the key into his mouth and forced him to swallow it.

"I'll give you a cup of tea now. If you can unshackle your hands, I'll let you go. If you can't, I'll kill you with a method you've never seen before. How about it?" Murong Chong As he spoke, he casually threw the dagger he had been playing with to his feet, and said, "This dagger can be borrowed from you."

As if he had received great good news, the man hurriedly tried to break free from the shackles on his hands, but no matter how hard he struggled, the copper lock on his wrist did not change. He just reacted and picked up the dagger on the ground. It didn't work, he started to panic, looking at Murong Chong's distorted face with a smile, he suddenly thought of the key that he had swallowed, he squeezed his throat hard, but couldn't spit out the key at all .

The fear that he had finally gotten rid of swept over his every nerve again. A person who lost his mind can do anything, as long as he can get the key, as long as he can live...

After a cup of tea, a few soldiers endured great nausea and carried the corpse out of the tent. They accidentally shook the corpse, and the intestines slipped out from the severed belly.One of them couldn't bear the excitement of this scene, and immediately dropped the corpse and squatted until he vomited.

He didn't come back to continue helping until he had done some psychological construction again, so he just needs to fill in the soil now.

While working with his hands, he couldn't help complaining: "Why does the general have to kill people like this, the first one is not very straightforward, and this one is too disgusting."

The soldier next to him glanced at him. A long scar on his face made his eyes look very fierce. This man seemed to be the only one among them who had been on the battlefield, so there was no disturbance to all this.

The man with the scar sneered, "A bunch of idiots."

His words instantly aroused the dissatisfaction of the others, they all threw down the shovels in their hands, looked at him and said, "What do you mean?"

The man with the scar was still doing the work in hand, and said coldly: "It's not interesting."

"It's clear that the general is too aggressive, so what if we say a few words?"

"If you have the ability, go and complain in front of the general." The man with the scar finally looked up and glanced at them, and then said while working: "And he was not killed by the general at all. When we went to carry the body, the knife that opened him The stomach dagger is in his own hand, and he is holding a section of his own intestines in the other hand, and there is no fresh blood stain on the general's clothes and hands, obviously he did it himself."

Although the others wanted to deny his words, but what he said was indeed true, they could only doubt without confidence: "But who would cut open their own stomach?"

"Facts are facts, and the reasons are not important." The man with the scar said, put down the shovel in his hand, looked at them and said, "I've finished my work, you can continue."

After speaking, he walked away.