The cavalry even face was covered by a mask, but through the eyes that a few cracks as if you can still feel sharp like a knife eyes out swept a group of onlookers.
With a bow and a pot of arrows on his back, even the horse is hung with two quiver bags and a knife on his waist. It must be a famous army, right? Otherwise, how can there be such style and momentum?
And behind them is a general who looks as white as Ma Chao. In such a cold day, he didn’t even wear a helmet. Two colorful pheasant-tailed feathers are still high in the cold wind, which makes this handsome white-faced general heroic.
The most amazing thing is that this general is wearing a mourning suit. Who is Han Sui? Is Han Sui relatives to see him off?
I don’t understand the situation. The people were severely shocked by Feng Zhang’s appearance. They cheered, like welcoming their heroes. Everyone knew whether Feng Zhang or his fame was Dalian.
How would he feel if he knew that he was Lu Bu among the people more than Zhang Feng?
Then another general showed his head, but it made everyone dissatisfied. At first glance, it was that the villain was as wretched as not to mention wearing a thick fur coat, which was a far cry from the handsome general in front. Even if the handsome general had a scar on his face, he was a hundred times stronger than this one!
Wei Xu still thinks there is something wrong with his ears. Why is there a little hiss in the crowd?
When a prison car was pushed like a broken frame and appeared in people’s sight with a creaking sound, another huge cheer broke out, like seeing his idol at a modern concert. The arrogant Han Sui with long hair was caught in the prison car!
Being served by Feng Zhang every day with wine, meat and others, Han Sui finally got better, but he would rather die of illness, because he knew that Feng Zhang would never sell him like a pig, but would eat his own meat and drink his own blood directly!
Didn’t you just kill some of your friends? What’s the big deal?
It’s hard for Han Suigen to understand what Zhang Feng thinks if he has a different outlook on life, but it’s also hard for him to think about it. He’s almost lost his life and his home, so think about it.
A gust of cold wind blew Han Sui’s body shook with cold, and his face was wrinkled and flushed when he was ten years old. These days, he has made up too much, and he has a personal phenomenon that Chen Bo should not appear at his age.
When he saw clearly the eyes of the people who were watching him, there was a trace of anger
These people once looked at themselves as a kind of expectation and curiosity, as if they were some kind of rare animal, and some women led the children who had just reached their waist to point at themselves and say, "See, this is Han Sui who will be beheaded today!"
When can I let children cry their names at night so ordinary and strange that people talk about it? As worthless as a rag?
Han Sui yawned. Whatever. He’s going to die anyway.
A wooden platform has long been built on the street. There is a cross-shaped wooden frame standing on the stepped surface, and a big man with a red head and a red head and a big cloth stands with a thick back broadsword.
Han Sui arrived at the street corner and was driven out of the prison car like an animal, pushing and shoving the wooden platform. The two big men in red with breasts bigger than those of lactating women were more skilled than tying him to the cross.
The execution of this kind of thing is naturally not Marten must attend. Besides, his name is also Han Sui’s brother, larocca, and he didn’t come to Feng Zhang for a while. He didn’t add larocca’s wife. Although she is also surnamed Han, larocca has made great contributions to killing his wife, so he can’t live with his conscience.
Feng Zhang Wei Xu’s horse was watched by onlookers, only to find that Wei Xu was a lame booing voice suddenly became louder. At that time, appearance was very important. Where was Wei Xu’s white problem? He blushed and pulled some distance with Feng Zhang.
Two tandem wooden platform that lamb to be slaughtered-Han Sui also too lazy to say anything lazy to look at them and bowed their heads and closed their eyes.
Two people with a left and a right by his side, the wind blows their great-coat, which is a commanding sample, especially the two bright pheasant-tailed feathers in Feng Zhang, which adds a lot of color to him.
Section three hundred and seventeen Destroy Korea (14)
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Feng Zhang stands proudly in this world of black and white main colors as if he were the only protagonist.
"A former general in Feng Zhang!"
A crowd of onlookers exclaimed, and the atmosphere was aroused by those two words that were frequently heard recently. The people whispered to each other that this general was the Feng Zhang! I cann’t believe I’m still a former general
"Today, although every gate in the world has its own place, it is still the Han family, but the famous Han minister in Han Sui has repeatedly killed the court officials, and his crimes should be punished!"
Generally, there will be some nonsense during execution, not what kind of crime this person has committed.
"Six months ago, I personally led 3,000 troops to Gu Zang to see General Martengma, and it was this old and immortal Han Sui who ambushed us on our way home. Our 3,000 people were not ambushed by their 200,000 people!"
Another piece of alarm is even bigger than before, and the whole station is buzzing with people talking to each other. No one believes that 200,000 people have beaten 3,000 people, but this former general can still come back alive!
"You can think about how two hundred thousand people hit three thousand people? In order to protect the imperial court, three thousand of us will fight to the death! "
"I didn’t brag about winning more and losing less when I came to Zhang Feng, but did everyone know how many of us were left at that time?"
Taiwanese people have been aroused by Feng Zhang’s passionate or frustrated tone. "Don’t know-Tao!"
"There are 600 people left!" Feng Zhang screamed at the top of his lungs, and his voice changed because he was too hard. "I, Feng Zhang, accumulated a little meritorious military service in the position of former general, from voting for Prime Minister Cao to fight the yellow turban insurrectionary, chasing Dong Zhuo, Jingzhou, setting Xuzhou, welcoming Xian Di, and beating Yuan Shao. I personally trained Feng Zhang to lead troops and killed thirteen people!"
"But this shameless old Han Sui sent so many people to kill so many of my good brothers because he was afraid that we and Marten would unite against him!"
"Those brothers who died are all good! I’ve been afraid for ten years at the longest. They are not only soldiers of Cao Jun, but also my Feng Zhang brothers! Being together for so long, even stones have feelings! They speak dialects, they can sing folk songs, and I remember whether they broke the martial law for the first time or I beat the stick myself! "
Feng Zhang kept flirting with the people in Taiwan, just like listening to a stage play, staring with his mouth open from time to time with a long sigh of "ah-"
"… what would you say if your brothers and relatives were killed by this thief?"
"Kill him! Kill him! " Han Sui, who had been bowing his head in a catnap, was woken up by a wave of waves. What happened before he came here for nothing? Some people were infected by Feng Zhang’s emotions. The people grabbed the snow and squeezed it into a ball and threw it at him.