Chapter 1170

Arutai didn't expect such a day.

Xishi, today ushered in the second large-scale killing.

More than 100 people are middle and high-level figures in Tatar.

There was a stench on the wooden post hanging on the head. The autumn wind blew the smell into arutai's nostrils.

Someone was sobbing and struggling on the side. When alutai looked sideways, it turned out that it was the commander of his heavy horse. This guy lost his horse and was captured. He was still very brave and struggled hard, injuring several Ming troops.

What makes a brave warrior afraid of death?

Arutai looked at those eyes that began to turn white. Down, they were full of tears, snot, salivation at the corners of his mouth, and then down... Shit and urine.

Some people will have a tomb sweeping day before they die, such as alutai. He felt afraid, but after making a noise at the Meridian Gate, he was not afraid.

Once a person dies, as a grand master of Tatar, he can't lose face.

After the body was verified, the executioner came, and the people nearby held their breath and waited.

With a flash of knife light, arutai even heard a slight click.

The blood came out, and arutai only felt that his face was warm, and his head had fallen in front of him.

These are a pair of dead eyes, staring at alutai.

I am not afraid! I'm not afraid

Arutai's body trembled slightly. He was cheering himself up.

The executioner came behind him. He didn't have to look. He had felt the evil spirit.

Why are the five senses so sensitive before death?

Arutai was cold all over. He tried to look up and wanted to take a final look at the world, but he saw an acquaintance.

No, it's two!

Fang Xing

This is the last image left by the world to arutai. Immediately, his head fell to the ground and his eyes blinked.

Naturally, no one will collect the bodies of these people. According to the Convention, they will be thrown to the random graves outside the city and let the wind and sun blow and the wild dogs bite them.

Before the execution was over, Xiaodao came over and said a few words to Wu Zhong, who was in charge of the execution. Then Wu Zhong nodded and Xiaodao asked for alutai's head.

The people who watched could not help but be a little surprised.

"Who is that man? He collected the body for alutai?"

"I've seen that man many times. He's xinghebo's servant. Maybe he's going to feed the dog."

"Oh! That's a good fit. When Xinghe Bo fought with alutai during the northern expedition, his subordinates must have been killed and injured a lot. It's good to vent their anger."

"The Grand Master of Tatar, unexpectedly, his head is different. Daming is really strong!"

“……”

When Xiaodao came out of the city with his head and Fang Xing, he began to run wildly. When he passed the big market, he saw Chunmei who set up a stall. He couldn't care. He just smiled at the other side and ran away.

The wedding time of the two is coming soon. When Chunmei sees Xiaodao and Fang Xing in a hurry, she thinks something has happened. For a moment, she is a little confused.

All the way to the cemetery, Fang San has been buried and all the people have gone.

The knife said regretfully, "it's still a little late. If only he could arrive before the third brother's burial."

Fang woke up and looked at the tombstone in silence.

The knife placed alutai's head in front of the tombstone and said, "third brother, alutai was caught alive by the master and just beheaded. It's revenge for you. You have to bless Fang Zhuan. The child looks poor. Don't scare him at night..."

Fang Xing stood with a negative hand on the side, thinking about Fang San's past, and suddenly felt that life was impermanent.

"Rest in peace. Fang Zhuan will be fine. I will watch him grow up slowly!"

……

When Fang Zhuan returned to Fang's house, Fang Jielun arranged for him to stay in his own house.

"How did the child sleep until now?"

Fang Jielun insisted on taking Fang Zhuan home. He thought that although Fang Zhuan was a orphan, the rules should not be disordered, otherwise there would be no respect or inferiority for the Fang family in the future. That was the way to take disaster.

Fang Jielun prepared a bedroom for Fang Zhuan. When he went in, Fang Zhuan lay on the bed and looked at it from his back.

Poor baby!

At this time, Fang Yun came and said, "Grandpa, the young master is coming."

Potatoes were introduced. Seeing Fang Zhuan's appearance, he said, "Fang Zhuan, get up. My father wants to see you."

Fang Zhuan's choking stopped, got up, and bowed to the potato after he went down to the ground.

Seeing that his eyes were red and swollen, Tudou didn't know how to comfort him, so he said, "with my father, you should be well."

"Come on, let's go into the backyard."

Tudou used to hold Fang Zhuan's hand. Fang Zhuan subconsciously resisted. Then he was surprised and followed him out.

All the way to the backyard, Fang Xing was playing plasticine with Ping An in the yard. The colorful plasticine was randomly pinched into a strange shape.

Fang Zhuan timidly followed the potato to Fang Xing's body. Ping An looked up at him, then bowed his head and pinched the plasticine, showing his concentration.

Fang Xing put down the pig he pinched in his hand, looked at Fang Zhuan and said, "in the future, we will be a family. We will say what we think, and come in if we want to enter the backyard. You three can play together, okay?"

Fang Zhuan nodded blankly. Fang woke up, gave him a box of plasticine and said, "go."

Back in Fang Jielun's own bedroom, Fang Zhuan opened the small wooden box and saw rows of plasticine inside, so he reached out and touched it.

How soft!

At lunch, Fang Yun came to call Fang Zhuan, but saw that he was concentrating on pinching the villain.

The villain used white plasticine, and only his face was red.

The villain looked at the proportion was not coordinated, his head was large, and some thin strips were pinched out of his chin.

This is a beard!

Fang Zhuan was so absorbed that he didn't find Fang Yun standing behind him.

A tear suddenly dropped on the chest of the clay figurine. Fang Zhuan's action stopped. He looked at the clay figurine blankly

……

In early winter, everything gradually withers.

The flowers and trees in Zhixing academy are listless, but those energetic young people turn early winter into midsummer.

"Elder martial brother Ma went to the military headquarters, Li Er Mao followed him to Myanmar, and Li Jia went to the army. Hey! The first batch of elder martial brothers are all out of office, and we are still cooking in the Academy. When will it be the end!"

Huang Bin is only 14 years old, but now people are almost adults at the age of 14. They should plan for themselves.

Jiao qieren wants to be one year older than him. His father is a small official, so he looks smart. When he heard the speech, he said: "elder martial brother Ma is the entrance disciple of the mountain head, and later he is our teacher. He is a person of honor. It is natural for him to become an official."

Ma Su's identity is special, so the professors of the Academy regard him as a colleague and the students regard him as a teacher.

"As for elder martial brother Li Ermo, he is a legend of our academy. He has changed from a woodcutter who doesn't know big words to what he is now. The mountain head said that he can be regarded as a model of the Academy. His courage to follow him to the wild land this time is admirable."

"Li Jia just joined the army..."

Jiao Qiren can't tell a truth. Even the scientific children are still afraid of the current military household system.

"Once you join the army, your children and grandchildren are no different from your humble native place, alas!"