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The prisoners continued to clean the city.
In fact, it is winter now, and there are still ten days before the Chinese New Year. There is no wind and sand, so the city head looks clean.
But according to Meergan's logic, if you don't work, you will die, so no matter what you are doing, you can't let people idle.
"Sweeping the streets is unrealistic and will lead to unpredictable dangers. For example, these Ming army prisoners may suddenly break out and cause riots."
So before the beginning of spring, these prisoners have to continue to sweep the city, and sometimes they are also responsible for carrying supplies.
Several years of being prisoners have made these people numb, and they will do whatever they are told.
It¡¯s not that no one resisted, but in the end they all became heads hanging outside the city gate.
This is the enemy!
No one left a more profound impression on Halleb than these prisoners of war.
If divisions and fighting continue, Hallel will gradually weaken himself until he is destroyed.
????????????????????? But Meergan has unified Halie. Where will Halie go without internal disputes?
When the sun slid to the horizon, the day's work was completed.
¡°If it were any other place, they would probably be imprisoned when they were dead, but this was not the case in Samarkand.
Meergan needed these Ming army prisoners to show up at the city gate every day. He hoped that this would encourage his subjects.
Ma Song has long been accustomed to being looked at and laughed at.
In the past, when the Harel people were afraid of the Ming Dynasty, they would be attacked by a wave of debris when they came out.
Now everyone is used to it. Except for some children who throw things when they are on the street, the Harlequins refuse to look at them.
Time will always erase everything that is new, just as a man and a woman are attracted to each other like a magnet, to gradually looking at that perhaps beautiful face without any feeling, it only takes time to make a little trouble in the middle .
Ma Song stared at the general. He swore that he would get revenge. He even thought about how to get revenge, such as feeding him shit.
??We all walked down to the top of the city together, and then went into the city.
The small market gradually became deserted, with only two merchants still haggling and a few men waiting for the outcome of their negotiation to take over the hard work.
The temperature began to drop, and Ma Song felt a little cold. He glanced over there blankly and saw a face he had seen in a trance.
But Zhao Xing has determined that these people are the ones he saw yesterday, and the eyes of those people looking at him are the same, with a slight flicker of warmth.
He had never been looked at like this before, so he looked at the other person a few more times.
But the man turned back, sniffing and waiting for the outcome of the businessman's negotiation.
That¡¯s an illusion, right?
Zhao Xing was a little disappointed. A familiar shout came from behind him, and he had to speed up his pace.
When he was almost passing the small market, he couldn't help but look back over there again.
Nothing was found!
Back to where he was imprisoned, half a piece of dry biscuit was his dinner.
Zhao Xing has lost one-third of his weight in the past few years. When he takes off his clothes, his sternum can be clearly seen on his dirt-covered body.
In the darkness, he lay on the moldy hay, thinking quietly about his hometown.
When night falls, only sleeping can make people forget their situation.
Zhao Xing didn't sleep. He was listening to the snoring and thinking about something.
He wanted to run away, but he had observed carefully in the past few years and could not find an opportunity to escape.
There is a dead end in the city. If you want to run, you can only run outside the city.
As a former scout of Baihu, as long as he has a war horse, he dares to say that he can escape to the Ming Dynasty with a 50% certainty.
But how can you escape from the sight of the guarding sergeants?
And the sergeant at the city gate was the second checkpoint, the one that made him give up his thoughts many times.
Anyone else would have given up on these ideas in such desperate circumstances.
But Zhao Xing was different, he never gave up.
He thought of his mother. After being captured, if no one proves it, he will be treated as if he was killed in battle and martyred for his country.
He worried that his mother would be heartbroken.
"Mom!"
Suddenly someone in the room called mother in a dream.
Zhao Xing turned sideways, and with a rustling voice, tears fell silently.
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Didn¡¯t get the moneySatisfied, Wang Yan took several of his brothers back.
At this moment, everyone is cooking, and there is more smoke in the city.
The smoke gradually gathered together, looking like a thin layer of clouds.
He led the people around in the streets and alleys, and on the way they even bought a big meat pie for each of them.
By the time they licked their lips and arrived at the gathering area where the dignitaries gathered, it was already completely dark.
Two men came over quietly and reported: "Sir, that man has gone home. The house is very quiet."
Wang Yan was looking at the house more than 200 steps away and said: "Mier killed the minister. He is currently the most suspected. He must be in a bad mood. How can he be in the mood to talk."
Xiao Guwei asked with a smile: "Sir, why should we kill them?"
Wang Yan said: "The time has come to rescue them. Before that, we need to make the city more chaotic."
Gradually, many surrounding houses began to sing and dance with great voices.
Samarkand is the choke point for east-west traffic. All kinds of women gather here, and these powerful people are naturally the first to enjoy it.
Chen Deng took someone to touch it.
After half an hour, Chen Deng came back.
"Sir, no problem."
Wang Yan nodded and said: "Do it!"
He personally led Chen Deng and others to quietly approach the gate of the house.
A sergeant didn¡¯t know what method he used to open the door quietly.
There are no lights in the room, only a faint flicker of light can be seen on the steps.
The two sergeants quickly searched around and came back shaking their heads.
Wang Yan took the lead and went up the steps, feeling as comfortable as returning to his own home.
When you go up to the second floor, you can see the corridor and the light leaking from the room.
It is most efficient to use lights to judge whether anyone is there. Chen Deng quickly found the master bedroom.
He was going to open the bedroom door quietly.
"Kick it away!"
Wang Yan lowered his head and gave instructions.
Chen Deng said in confusion: "Sir, it will be exposed."
Wang Yan stopped explaining. Chen Deng was shocked, so he took a step back and kicked the door violently.
¡°Bang!¡±
The bedroom door felt like a child's toy that had been kicked in.
"who are you?"
There was a middle-aged man lying on the bed. He was woken up and had already sat up.
Wang Yan went over first, the short knife in his hand shining brightly under the light.
The man knew that he was a suspect, but he also knew that he did not kill the man, so he was depressed but calm.
At this moment, when he saw Wang Yan coming over with a knife, he thought a lot.
Not everyone can think of leaving clues about the murderer before they die.
But this man did it.
When the dagger in Wang Yan's hand was waved, he shouted: "I didn't kill anyone! I didn't kill anyone!"
"What did he say?"
Wang Yan stopped wielding the dagger, and a sergeant said: "Sir, he said he did not kill anyone."
Wang Yan smiled and said: "Great!"
The man could not understand these words, but he quickly figured out where the language came from.
It¡¯s Mingren!
He regretted it, and in a flash, the whole thing went through his mind.
The murderer is Akito, they want to provoke!
He opened his mouth and prepared to roar the news, but the sword was faster.
There was a flash of blood, and Wang Yan didn't need to check. He knew from the feeling in his hand that the man was dead.
He walked out of the bedroom first again. At this time, several servants were alerted by the kicking of the door and the man's subsequent shouting, so they all ran away.
After the assassination, all suspicions pointed to their master, and now that Hallel is not yet stable, there is a high chance that wild officials will come to retaliate, and those who do not run away are fools.
Yes, no one came to check, which made Wang Yan¡¯s plans come to nothing.
"Walk!"
They quickly went down the steps, just as the servants ran out.
"Kill someone!"
Amidst the shouting, Wang Yan led the people and disappeared into the darkness.
The night patrol troops arrived quickly, and after seeing the suspect¡¯s tragic death, they immediately arranged for people to pursue him.
He just asked people to pursue it, and then personally reported the news to Meergan.
This is a whirlpool and he doesn¡¯t want to get involved.
Yes, until now, his judgment is vendetta.
You kill me, I kill you, when will the injustice be repaid? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)?Report it to Meergan.
This is a whirlpool and he doesn¡¯t want to get involved.
Yes, until now, his judgment is vendetta.
You kill me, I kill you, when will the injustice be repaid? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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