Chapter 2369

The prisoners continued to sweep the city.

In fact, it's winter. There are more than ten days before the Chinese New Year. There is no wind and sand, so the city looks very clean.

But according to the logic of Mier's work, you have to die if you don't work, so no matter what you do, you can't let people idle.

Sweeping the streets is unrealistic and will lead to unpredictable dangers. For example, these Ming Army prisoners suddenly burst up and then cause riots.

So before the spring, these prisoners had to continue sweeping the city and sometimes carrying supplies.

The years of captivity made these Ming people numb and did whatever they were asked to do.

No one resisted, but in the end they became heads hanging outside the city gate.

This is the enemy!

No one was more impressed by Hari than these prisoners of war.

If he continues to split and fight, Hari will gradually weaken himself until he is destroyed.

But Mier did unify Haley. Where will Haley go without internal disputes?

When the sun reached the horizon, the day's work was finished.

If it were somewhere else, they would probably be imprisoned when they didn't live, but Samarkand couldn't.

Meiergan needed these prisoners of the Ming army to appear in the city every day. He hoped that this would cheer up his subjects.

Ma song has long been used to being looked at and laughed at.

In the past, when the harites were afraid of Daming, they came out to be attacked by a wave of sundries.

Now everyone is used to it. Except that some children throw things in the street, those Hari people don't want to look at them more.

Time always erases all freshness, just as men and women attract each other like a magnet, and gradually look at that perhaps beautiful face without any feeling. It only takes time to do something in the middle.

Ma song stared at the general. He vowed that he would take revenge. He even thought about how to take revenge, such as feeding shit.

Everyone went down to the city and went to the city.

The small market was gradually deserted, leaving only two businessmen still bargaining and several men waiting for their negotiation results to take over the coolie.

When the temperature began to drop, Ma song felt a little cold. He looked at it numbly and saw a face he had seen in a trance.

However, Zhao Xing has determined that these people were seen yesterday, and the man looked at himself with the same eyes, flashing warmth slightly.

He had never been seen like this, so he looked at each other more.

But the man turned back, sniffed and waited for the merchant's negotiation result.

Is that an illusion?

Zhao Xing was disappointed. There was a familiar cry behind him. He had to speed up his pace.

When he was almost past the small market, he couldn't help looking back.

have gained nothing!

Back in the prison, half a cookie was his dinner.

Zhao Xing's weight has dropped by a third in recent years. When he takes off his clothes, he can clearly see his sternum on his dirty body.

In the dark, he lay on the moldy hay, quietly thinking about his hometown.

When night comes, only sleep can make people forget their situation.

Zhao Xing didn't sleep. He listened to those snores and was thinking about his mind.

He wants to run, but he has observed carefully in recent years and can't find a chance 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 scouting Baihu, as long as he had a war horse, he dared to say that he was 50% sure of escaping to Daming.

But how can we escape from the eyes of the guard sergeants?

The sergeant at the city gate was the second checkpoint, which made him give up his mind many times.

Others would certainly give up these ideas in this desperate environment.

But Zhao Xing was different. He never gave up.

He thought of his mother. After being captured, if there was no proof, he would be treated as a martyr.

He was worried that his mother would be heartbroken.

"Mother!"

Suddenly someone in the room shouted in a dream.

Zhao Xing leaned over and tears fell silently in the rustling sound.

……

Wang Yan, who didn't get the business, took some of his brothers back.

At the moment, every family is cooking, and there are more cooking smoke in the city.

The smoke gradually gathered together and looked like a thin layer of cloud.

He took people around the streets and lanes, and a luxurious man bought a big meat pie on the road.

By the time they licked their lips to the gathering area of the dignitaries, it was completely dark.

Two men came quietly and reported, "Sir, the man has gone home. It's very quiet at home."

Wang Yan looked at the house more than 200 steps away and said, "Meier has killed the minister. At present, he is 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, "it's time to rescue them. Before that, we need to make the city a little chaotic."

Gradually, many houses around started singing and dancing.

Samarkand pinches the throat of east-west traffic. All kinds of women gather here, and these dignitaries can naturally enjoy it first.

Chen Deng took someone to touch it.

After half an hour, Chen Deng came back.

"No problem, my Lord."

Wang Yan nodded and said, "do it!"

He personally took Chen Deng and several people quietly close to the gate of the house.

A sergeant did not know what means, but quietly opened the door.

There were no lights in the room, only faint lights could be seen on the steps.

The two sergeants quickly searched around and came back shaking their heads.

Wang Yan went up the steps first, as if he were at home.

On the second floor, you can see the corridor and the lights leaking from the room.

Using the light to judge whether anyone was the most efficient, Chen Deng soon found the master bedroom.

He was going to quietly open the bedroom door.

"Kick it off!"

Wang Yan bowed and ordered.

Chen Deng wondered, "my Lord, it will be exposed."

Wang Yan stopped explaining. Chen Deng was shocked, so he stepped back and kicked the door.

"Bang!"

The bedroom door is like a child's toy being kicked in.

"Who are you?"

On the bed lay a middle-aged man. He was awakened and sat up.

Wang Yan went first, and the short knife in his hand was shining in the light.

The man knew he was a suspect, but he knew that the man didn't kill himself, so he was depressed, but he was calm.

Seeing Wang Yan coming with a knife at the moment, he thought a lot.

Not everyone can think of leaving clues to the killer before they die.

But the man did it.

When the short knife in Wang Yan's hand was waved, he shouted, "I didn't kill! I didn't kill!"

"What did he say?"

Wang Yan stopped the knife. A sergeant said, "Sir, he said he didn't kill anyone."

Wang Yan smiled and said, "great!"

The man didn't understand these words, but he quickly identified the origin of the language.

It's Ming!

He regretted it. The whole thing went through in his mind.

The murderer is Ming people. They want to provoke!

He opened his mouth to shout the news out, but the knife light was faster.

The blood flashed. Wang Yan didn't have to check it. He knew that the man was over with the feeling in his hand.

He went out of the bedroom first again. At this time, several servants were startled by the sound of kicking the door just now, plus the man's subsequent shouting, so they all ran away.

After the time of the assassination, all the suspects pointed to their master, and now Harley is not stable. Wild officials have a great chance to retaliate, and those who don't run are fools.

Yes, no one came to check, which made Wang Yan's plans come to naught.

"Go!"

They quickly went down the steps, just as the servants ran out.

"Kill!"

In the cry, Wang Yan disappeared into the darkness with people.

The night patrol army quickly arrived, and then saw the tragic death of the suspect, and immediately arranged for someone to pursue it.

He just asked people to pursue him, and then went to report the news to meiergan himself.

It's a whirlpool. He doesn't want to get involved.

Yes, so far, his judgment is revenge.

You kill me, I kill you. When is it time to repay each other!