Liangdong was completely angry.

Any man who is insulted like this will arouse blood in his heart, not to mention that he failed to get the answer he wanted from Jing Zhong's mouth. The other party's attitude was so arrogant... Jing Zhong's whole body was trembling in rage. He was furious and completely lost his calmness. He pulled out the battle axe with his backhand slanted behind him, stared at the red eyes that were irrationally irrationally, let out a shocking roar, and gritted his teeth and slashed hard at Jing Zhong's head.

A small half of the head was cut open in the bright metal light and flew far away under the influence of force. The incision left a smooth edge between the broken muscles and the skin, and the white bones exposed to the air were immediately soaked in blood. Jing Zhong's hands shook in the air a few times, as if the person who lost balance wanted to grab some support. He didn't understand the instant change of vision. The arrival of death too quickly made him unable to feel pain while the right half of his head was chopped away. The feeling of losing part of his body was so clear. He opened his mouth, leaned back, and gradually recovered his consciousness. Most of the brain nerves were still immersed in the thinking environment of satisfaction and pleasure before falling down slowly.

Liangdong felt like an injured violently maned bear now. He held the blood-stained steel axe in his hands and strode to another prisoner. The muscles connected to the outer edge of his eyes were constantly twitching, as if a facial paralysis patient was not controlled by nerves. When he opened his mouth and roared, he felt his gums tremble and saliva dripped from the tip of his teeth.

"Say, where are your people?"

Still a contemptuous smile that is no different from the scenery, and a damn cold snorting.

A few minutes later, the bodies of six guards fell to the ground.

Liang Dong, who did not vent his anger at all, swung his steel axe and chopped them around, as if he wanted to split the corpses into pieces to relieve his anger.

The men in Mengxiang Village did not all escape, and the soldiers caught the fugitives in the flames and smoke. The large-scale resistance was over, but the corners of the village still shouted and screamed from time to time.

Liang Dong held the battle axe in the back, his head lowered, his gloomy eyes looked around aimlessly, and shouted with revenge and maliciousness at the top of his throat.

"Bring them all over."

"Let them speak, if anyone is not honest, kill him."

"I want people, food and cloth. Use pliers to pull out their teeth, and they will say... they will definitely tell where the valuable things are hidden."

A heavy and steady voice sounded from behind Liangdong: "It's almost enough. Killing too many people will not be good for us. This is not the result that the king wants."

Liangdong turned around instinctively. When his eyes were on the target, he swallowed his throat with resentment and swallowed the unfinished words.

Gangdian is Niu Weibang's guard captain and his absolute confidant. He is the commander of the five thousand soldiers, and he also counts the results of the battle.

Looking at Liangdong with a gloomy expression, Gangdian sighed. He patted Liangdong on the shoulder hard and whispered: "I didn't expect that things would become like this. Don't worry, I will report the entire battle process to the king truthfully."

This is indeed what Gangdian said in his heart. He has always seen Liang Dong's performance and tried his best. The attack on Mengxiang Village is quite regular. Even if he changes himself to command, the result is probably similar to that now. Speaking of which, everyone underestimated the combat effectiveness of Mengxiang Village. Who would have thought that the Lu people could burst out with such a strong resistance? From the perspective of the leader of the village, most men would rather die in battle, and no one thought of surrendering and living.

The captives were taken from different directions to the village. From their mixed voices, Liangdong and Gangdian heard the news that shocked them.

There is another door in Mengxiang Village.

At the beginning of the battle, the elderly, weak, women and children escaped from the village from the north.

The number of these people is as many as two thousand.

...

The dark forest is like a monster, constantly devouring life that dares to penetrate here.

"Everyone speeds up."

"Run everything for me."

"Pull the front and the back together, hurry up, hurry up!"

Five hundred Panshi Village soldiers divided into small groups and trotted along the way.

There are 1,937 prisoners, which are the numbers obtained after the initial count.

It was already dark, and moving at such a speed on the snow was very consuming. The women and children who were caught kept crying. They attracted sticks and whips and hit them hard a few times. The tentative cry immediately turned into sobs. Later, no one dared to make a sound, but just used his eyes to release hatred eyes.

An old woman with disheveled hair fell to the ground with her butt. Her legs and feet were shaking violently, and her chest was rising and falling with the rhythm of violent breathing. She looked at the person passing by, her eyes were blank and helpless.

"...I really can't walk anymore...please...rest...let me take a break."

Tianhao held the long-handled battle axe in his hand and strode to the old woman, and issued an unquestionable majestic order: "Stand up and continue walking."

His eyes were filled with a strong ultimatum warning. The sky was dark and the dense forest blocked the last bit of light falling from the sky. The old woman could only see Tianhao facing her tall shadow. She knelt on the ground and kept begging sadly: "Let me rest and go, I'm old... I don't have the strength..."

There should be something else behind it before it was finished. The steel axe had already slashed down with irresistible force. Tianhao did not hold back this time. The sharp axe blade slashed directly from the old woman's left shoulder to the left abdomen. The whole person was divided into two halves, and the blood mixed with a strong internal organ smell quickly spread in the woodland.

"If you can't walk, you will die." Tianhao rubbed the battle axe hard on the warm and twitching surface of the body. At this moment, he was like a piece of cold and hard steel. His eyes were so dazzling when he glanced at every prisoner, as if he had substance: "Who else wants to rest?"

No one answered, only the friction sound of trampling on the snow quickly.

Two hours later, the team finally arrived at the preset camp in the dark.

This is a simple rest area built by Tianhao in advance. Snow walls were piled up around, and firewood was covered with fuel like firewood under the felt of the animal skin. As bonfires rose in the camp, the deer prisoners who had occupied most of their brains by fear of death gradually became quiet.

As long as you are not killed in the war, you can basically determine safety. As a group of wealth measurement commonly used in the northern continent for barbarians, prisoners of war are the property of the victor.
Chapter completed!