"Release"! At the command of the executioner, the soldiers fired a row of bullets, and half of the Mongolians who were immersed in the river were knocked down one after another. Blood slowly emerged from the water and slowly spread into bright red flowers on the water surface.

Opposite the execution ground, thousands of incense sticks were lit, and the Ming soldiers in white dress paid homage to their former partners in their own way. Countless people of all races watched happily, and every team of Mongolians was killed, they all had to cheer. Several old Dai men picked up stones and threw them at the Mongolians tied together by ropes, and cursed, "Beasts, deserve it, deserve it, beasts!"

"Take a team out," the officer shouted loudly, and several soldiers rushed to the Mongolians and pulled a string of numb men and women to the river beach. The people who were not pulled were dodging backwards, glad that they had lived for a while.

"My wife, I'm afraid", a little Mongolian girl cried.

"Child, don't be afraid, we're going to find your dad." The woman comforted her child and tears rolled down.

"Preparation...", the messenger raised the flag in his right hand.

"Bang", a musket fire broke the signal of killing. The murdered person on the riverbank thought the firing squad had opened fire and fell down softly, causing the people who were watching the fun to burst into laughter.

"Leave people under the knife"! Wang Feiyu rushed over, and black tendons popped out on his blue-gray face.

General Wang came back, and several people who knew Wang Feiyu happily greeted him.

"Kill that dog thief Dalima, brother, you really have it." Gao Laosan was the first to recognize Dalima's head and happily carried Wang Feiyu off the horse.

"Kill that dog thief Dalima", excitement spread with Wang Feiyu as the center, and soon it spread throughout the army.

"Feiyu, how are your injuries?" After a while, Mu Ying and Fu Youde separated from the crowd and walked over. The onlookers made way for the coach.

Wang Feiyu handed the head to Fu Youde and replied loudly: "Report to the Grand Marshal, Feiyu is lucky to have not been humiliated."

"Okay, okay," Fu Youde took the head and smiled happily, "Come on, hang the head on the city tower and let him see how we entered the city."

"Brother Wang, isn't your injury important? Yesterday you disappeared without saying hello. Mu Shuai was very worried about you and didn't sleep well all night," Gao Laosan asked, pulling Wang Feiyu.

"When Mu Shuai is tired of being worried, Feiyu is ashamed." Wang Feiyu endured the pain on his body and gave a gift to Mu Yingshen.

Mu Ying quickly reached out to support him and said happily, "General Fu just promised to kill Dalima to give him a reward of 10,000 taels in the morning, and he will be promoted to two levels. This time you have made another great contribution."

When Fu Youde heard Mu Ying's words, he smiled and said, "You don't have to ask for rewards to your subordinates. This time, General Wang made many outstanding achievements and remembered his merits. Keep your word. General Wang, I must praise you heavily and report to the Emperor Ming to give you a wife and son."

"Thank you for your support," Wang Feiyu said to Fu Youde, "Feiyu has a request, I hope Fu Shuai agrees."

"It's easy to say, I agree with everything." Fu Youde likes Wang Feiyu's modest look and answers happily.

"Dalima has been executed, and our army has been revenged. I also asked Shuai Fu to release these Mongolian people."

"What"! Fu Youde was stunned for a moment. He thought Wang Feiyu wanted to take the opportunity to seek rewards from the subordinates of the scout brigade. Although the scout brigade was under the jurisdiction of the Pingnan Army, Fu Youde was still willing to give this favor. Unexpectedly, Wang Feiyu made such a request.

Not only Fu Youde was stunned, but everyone around him was stunned. A whisper spread from Wang Feiyu.

"General Wang, you are right?" Fu Youde said with a gloomy face.

Mu Ying pulled Wang Feiyu, pulled him behind him, and said to Fu Youde with a smile: "Master Fu, General Wang is too tired, let him go and rest."

Before Fu Youde could speak, Wang Feiyu stubbornly walked out from behind Mu Ying, stood in front of Fu Youde, and whispered: "Master Fu, these Mongolians are just ordinary people, not Tartar soldiers, please let them go"!

"General Wang", Gao Laosan winked at Wang Feiyu. He also felt that the massacre of the city was inappropriate, but this battle caused most of the loss to Fu Youde tribe. If he didn't kill a few people, how could he calm the Fu Youde tribe's anger? Besides, the Mongols first slaughtered all the Han people and other ethnic groups in the city, and these tribes who returned alive were unwilling to live with the Mongols.

"Don't let go"! Fu Youde simply replied, scolding the executioner loudly, "Why haven't you opened the fire yet? I'll handle it before dark, otherwise I won't be allowed to eat."

The executioner was so scared that he shrank his neck and ran to the execution ground quickly, raising the flag.

"Can't be killed," Wang Feiyu shouted loudly, "Master, Wang is willing to use all the contributions to this entry into Yunnan to exchange for these Mongols' immortality."

"Being arrogant and not retreating, General Fu's Bodhisattva's heart will naturally let some people live after establishing his power." Mu Ying shouted loudly against Wang Feiyu. He didn't want to kill him indiscriminately, but the relationship between Pingnan Army and Fu Youde's old subordinates was very subtle. As a deputy, he was unwilling to be too stale with Fu Youde. In addition, the massacre of the city and establishing his power is the best way to scare other cities to not resist. Back then, the Mongols relied on this to wipe out the world. Today, they slaughtered Qujing City and the next city would not dare to resist. The losses of the army would be much smaller.

With a smile on his face, Mu Ying clasped his fists at Fu Youde and said, "General Fu, General Wang's consideration is reasonable. These people are indeed the people. Just teach them some lessons. If they are killed, it will be difficult to explain to the envoys."

"Get out of the way, the bullshit commander, you know that he has lost his schoolbag, why don't they come to try it?" It's okay if he doesn't mention the commander, but Fu Youde even more angry when he mentions the commander Fu Youde, "These people are innocent. Now they let them go. Will they let others go when they recover their vitality?" It's not easy to scold Mu Ying, and turned around. Fu Youde cursed Wang Feiyu again: "You have a good heart. You are not afraid of being bitten to death in your sleep. I promise you to let them go today. Ask the innocent people who died in the city to agree, the soldiers who fell on the ground to agree, whether these brothers on the shore agree, and whether those fellow villagers of all races agree"!

"Don't agree," Fu Youde's old subordinate shouted in grief and anger. Countless brothers were buried in this red land, and they hated the Mongols.

"Kill them all, kill them all." The people around shouted, the crowd was in agitation, and the bold people slowly surrounded them.

"Can't be killed", Wang Feiyu faced tens of thousands of gazes with his thin body and shouted loudly: "They are also people. They were your neighbors yesterday. The Mongolian soldiers massacred the city as beasts. What is the purpose of slaughtering the unarmed Mongolians now?"

On his weak body, his eyes were like lightning. Under this imposing gaze, the crowd surrounding him slowly retreated, and the soldiers around him slowly lowered their heads.

"Master, when will the revenge be repaid? Yesterday the Mongols killed the Han people, today we killed the Mongols, tomorrow the Mongols will be strong and then kill our descendants. Do you have the heart to let our descendants live in hatred for generations? Do you have the heart to watch the endless killings on this land? Master, please?" Wang Feiyu knelt straight on the ground.

Some soldier was infected by his emotions and looked at Fu Youde with a gaze.

"If you don't let them go, kill them all, no one can take revenge." Fu Youde roared with a blue face: "You ask these Tartars, when Dalima was slaughtering the city that day, which one of them had ever asked for love, which one had taken in a Han man, a Hui Hui, and a barbarian. As long as one dared to swear to Changshengtian that he had done it, I would let them go. Ten people dared to swear to Changshengtian, and I let everyone go, twenty dared to swear to Changshengtian, and I, Fu Youde, immediately committed suicide and apologized to them. Ask them, is there any! Is there any!"

The Mongolians tied together not far away obviously heard these conversations. After dating with the Han people for a long time, most of them knew Chinese, and some people lowered their heads in shame. On the day of the massacre, not only did they not help their neighbors, but many of them also took the opportunity to steal all their neighbors' property.

"Execution"! Fu Youde pushed Wang Feiyu away and ordered loudly. Wang Feiyu was speechless for a moment and watched the group fall down. The spectators around him started to clamor again. Several old men in their seventies cried to the riverside: "Son, the damn Mongolians are here to accompany you, you can rest in peace."

He couldn't kill him anymore, Wang Feiyu gritted his teeth and thought hard. In front of him, the old man who advised him to drink milk tea, the girl who traveled through the grassland when he was young and danced around the bonfire, and the Mongolian brothers who drank milk wine together. "We were brothers, we are all children of immortality." The man who invited him to drink once said this to him after he got drunk.

Under the command of the executioner, another team of Mongolians was pulled into the river. A young man couldn't help it. He cried loudly and broke free from the rope. He turned around and ran to the shore. After a few steps, he was intercepted by the people on the shore. Sticks and stones hit him together, and his crying could no longer be heard.

The crowd was making noise and venting their hatred in their hearts. "A few more, brothers from the government army, we will do it for you." The people who were not dressed in dishevelled could not tell which ethnic group they were. They loudly asked the soldiers to bring a few Mongolians to accept their punishment. The eyes lost by hatred were no longer warmth of humanity.

"Bang", the sound of the muskets broke all the noise. Everyone let go of the sticks in their hands and looked up in surprise to the place where the guns were sounded. At the sound of the guns, the Ming soldiers held swords and guns in their hands, and tightly surrounded Wang Feiyu. The core of the crowd, Fu Youde stood there with an expressionless face, and Wang Feiyu's three-eyed pistol was smoking, pressing against the temple of the commander of the three armies.

"Let me go, or I will fire." Wang Feiyu ordered in a deep voice.

"Don't let go"! Fu Youde shouted angrily, "Wang Feiyu, are you a Mongol or a Han person?"

"I am a Han Chinese, but we cannot learn from the atrocities that are worse than beasts in the Tartars, otherwise we will become beasts." Wang Feiyu replied loudly.

"Catch him"! Fu Youde ordered.

"Who dares, I will kill the general if I move it"!

The soldiers around rushed up and retreated like a tide under Wang Feiyu's glaring. Looking at his expression, Wang Feiyu didn't seem to be joking.

"Feiyu, why are you doing this? Is it worth it for these irrelevant Tartars?" Mu Ying said sadly. Wang Feiyu is both wise and brave, and he will be the commander of the side. The scouts are in his hands, and strictly speaking, it can no longer be called scouts. If you make such a fuss today, even if Fu Youde doesn't pursue it later, Wang Feiyu's future will be ruined.

"Mushwa, let go, otherwise I will really kill Shuai Fu. I used to be a man from the world. Just say it and do it, don't force me."

"Feiyu, aren't you ruining your future? Hurry up and apologize to Shuai Fu. Shuai Fu, General Wang must have suffered from the wound and was burned." Gao Laosan found a way for both parties.

"I'm not confused about letting go. Some things must be done by someone. These Tartars are also humans, tens of thousands," Wang Feiyu ordered anxiously, and the scenery in front of him gradually blurred. He used all his strength to penetrate his feet into the mud on the river beach.

Mu Ying waved his hand helplessly and ordered his men to untie the ropes and release them. The Mongolians who escaped from death looked at Wang Feiyu in surprise, and hurriedly untie their wives and children. No one asked them to leave. They dared not leave. Under the threat of the soldiers, they stood by the river and shivered.

"Get out, leave Qujing, get out to Yunnan City to give your King Liang, "If you are a hero, you will fight us in a decisive battle. If you dare to massacre innocent people again, I, Fu Youde, will never let a Mongolian leave Yunnan alive." Fu Youde cursed loudly.

The Mongolians were as if they heard the sound of nature and rushed away. Some people's boots were trapped in the soft mud and didn't even bother to pull them out, and they ran away barefoot with barefoot.

"Bah, traitor", a Han nationality walked to Wang Feiyu and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on his face. Wang Feiyu did not wipe it, letting the thick phlegm hang on his face and was blown dry by the wind.

"Traitor, traitor", several soldiers surrounded him and cursed contempt. Wang Feiyu lowered his eyelids, as if he did not dare to look at people.

A few stones fell on him one after another, "Get out, get out." Fang Wen bravely and angrily drove away the person who threw the stones at Wang Feiyu away, feeling indescribable depression.

"Mr. Wang, you are satisfied now." Fu Youde asked loudly as the Mongolian people gradually walked away with the elderly and the young.

Wang Feiyu did not answer.

"Feiyu, why don't you put down your hand gun and apologize to Marshal Fu." Mu Ying loudly reminded that he had a loving heart and hoped that Fu Youde would not pursue it for his own sake.

Wang Feiyu still didn't move.

"Feiyu", Gao Laosan saw that things were a little strange, so he stepped forward and gently moved Wang Feiyu's hand gun from Fu Youde's head.

Wang Feiyu, who had lost his support, fell to the ground with a bang.

"Feiyu", Mu Ying rushed forward and hugged Wang Feiyu's thin body. Wang Feiyu's eyes no longer had the glory of life, and his body slowly cooled down.

"Brother Feiyu", Gao Laosan cried loudly and opened the pistol in front of everyone. There were no bullets inside. It was an empty gun.

Some of the Mongolian people who had already walked out of the horizon turned around and bowed to the direction where Wang Feiyu was standing. They didn't know that the man had stopped breathing, and they provoked their bodies toward the benefactor.

"Bloody..., fire..., murder, murder...... don't kill me, don't kill me, I give you everything, everything..." The crazy woman stumbled out of the city and walked into the cold river.
Chapter completed!