Qiang Jin Jiu - Chap 1

“Shen Weibing, the king of Jianxing, was defeated in the Chashihe River in the northeast, and the front line of Dunzhou was immediately occupied. Thirty thousand sergeants were buried alive in the Chashi tiankeng. You are also among them, why are you alone?”

Shen Zechuan’s eyes narrowed and he did not answer.

The interrogator slammed the table, leaned over, his eyes darkened, and said, “Because Shen Wei has already secretly exchanged Twelve Biansha, and deliberately gave up the six states of Zhongbo to foreign enemies. You want to attack the capital both inside and outside. So the Biansha Cavalry didn’t kill you, did it? ”

Shen Zechuan’s dry and peeling lips moved. He listened to the interrogator’s words, rolled slowly between his throat, and said awkwardly, “No … no.”

The interrogator said sternly: “Shen Wei fears crimes, and the private communication documents have been presented to the emperor by Jin Yiwei, and Shuzi dares to speak hard, really stubborn!”

Shen Zechuan’s head was dull, and he hadn’t closed his eyes for a long time. He seemed to be hung by a thread at a height of ten thousand feet. With a little negligence, he let go of his hands and fell to pieces.

The interrogator spread his confession, glanced a few times, and said, “You said last night that you could walk out of the Chashi Tiankeng alive because your brother saved you. Didn’t you?”

The scene of that day suddenly appeared in front of Shen Zechuan. The pit was so deep that countless sergeants were crowded together, but how could they not climb up, and the body on which they stepped became thicker and thicker, but never reached the edge of the pit. Biansha cavalry surrounds the tiankeng, and the cold wind of the night is mixed with the flying sound of yaoya, the blood spreads over the calf, and the wail and the residual gasp are all close to the ear.

Shen Zechuan was short of breath, and he began to tremble in his chair. He grabbed his hair out of control and made a choked choke.

“You are lying.”

The interrogator held up his confession and stunned at Shen Zechuan.

“Your elder brother is Shen Zhouji, the eldest son of King Xing Xing, who left 30,000 sergeants in front of Chashi Tiankeng and ran away with his relatives, but was dragged to death by the edge sand cavalry on a rope. Official. When Sergeant Biansha killed the sergeant, he was dead and could not save you at all. ”

Shen Zechuan’s mind was chaotic. The voice of the interrogator seemed to be far away, and he had only endless crying in his ear.

Where is the way out? Where is the reinforcement? The dead crowded the dead, and the rotten rotten flesh pressed on his hands. Mu Mu covers his head, and he lies on the **** corpse. He heard Brother Mu gasping, but his throat was crying because he was desperate.

“Brother has three heads and six arms.” Ji Mu grinned hard, but he was already in tears, his voice sobbed and continued, “Brother is a copper wall and iron wall! It’s okay to support it. It’s all right to support the soldiers. When the time comes, I will come back with you When my family picks up father and mother, I have to find your sister-in-law … ”

The interrogator banged the table with a “bang” and yelled, “Accordingly!”

Shen Zechuan struggled. He seemed to break free of the invisible yoke, but was swarmed by the Jinyi Wei on the table.

“You entered our jail, I forgive you for being young, so you did not use heavy punishment. But you are so ignorant, don’t blame us for being ruthless. Come here and punish him!”

Shen Zechuan’s arms were tied with ropes, and then dragged to the hall. The bench was sloppy, and his feet were tied to the stool. The man with the tiger’s back beside him lifted the prison stick, measured it, and then hit it.

“I’ll ask you again.” The interrogator dialed Cha Mo, took a few sips slowly, and then said, “Is Shen Wei trading with the enemy?”

Shen Zechuan bit a dead mouth and yelled intermittently: “No, no!”

The interrogator set aside the tea cup and said, “If you use this hard gas on the battlefield, today it will not be your Shen family to come in and continue to fight for me!”

Shen Zechuan gradually couldn’t hold it, and said hoarsely, “Shen Wei didn’t communicate with the enemy …”

“Cha Shihe lost his battle in the First World War, and Shen Wei of the whole department rashly met the enemy. After Cha Shihe’s defeat, there was still a chance for the front line in Dunzhou to recover, but he retired without a reason due to the disparity of his forces. Tens of thousands of people were lost under the edge of the edge of the machete. “The interrogator said with a long sigh and hated,” Six states in Bo, blood flowed into the river. Shen Wei led his troops south, and the Dengzhou war was the most strange. Qidong Chijun’s garrison had already crossed Tian Feiyi to support him, but he abandoned the pinch strategy and dispatched thousands of cavalry to **** his family to Dancheng, causing the entire Dengzhou defense line to collapse—isn’t this intentional? If it weren’t for the North Rail Riding Wolf to cross the Glacier for three nights, it would be time for the Biansha Cavalry to go to the Batu Gate! ”

Shen Zechuan’s consciousness was dark and sweaty, and the interrogator threw the confession in disdain and hit him in the back of his head.

“It’s better to be a dog than Zhongbo Lang. This time, Shen Wei is the sinner of Da Zhou. Don’t you admit it? You can only admit it!”

Shen Zechuan was half numb with pain, and he lay down on the bench, looking at the confession before his eyes. The ink on it was clear, and each word was a punishment of shame, drawn on his face, and told everyone in the world.

Shen Wei sold his country, not even a dog.

He let the corpses of the six states in Bobo flow, and the corpses buried in Chashi Tiankeng were not collected at this moment, because the cities of Dunzhou had been slaughtered.

Shen Wei is **, but this **** account must be carried by a living person. Shen Wei’s wives and concubines, with many sons, died when the Biansha cavalry captured Dunzhou. Only Shen Zechuan was spared because he was too humble to be raised outside.

Shen Zechuan was dragged back, and blood trailed along his heels. He faced the wall and looked at the narrow window. The cold wind roars, the snow blows, and the dark night is endless.

His head was chaotic, and in the sound of the wind, he returned to the pit.

Ji Mu is no longer able to breathe, his breathing becomes very difficult, and blood flows down the back of Shen Zechuan along the armor, and soon becomes cold. The wailing around has disappeared, leaving only the unbearable pain and the howling wind.

Shen Zechuan faced the unrecognizable dead face, his legs were pressed under a heavy body, and his arms were wrapped around his waist and belly, and there was a strong **** smell in his breath. He gritted his tears, but couldn’t cry. He stared at the stomped face, but couldn’t recognize whether it was a soldier he had ever seen before.

“Brother.” Shen Zechuan whispered, “I, I’m so scared …”

Ji Mu slid her throat and patted Shen Zechuan’s head gently with her palm, saying, “It’s okay … it’s okay.”

Shen Zechuan heard the dying soldiers sing, their voices were torn by the wind, and they were floating on the cold night.

“South of the battle city … dead Guobei … death is not buried … Wu Shishi. [1]”

“Brother.” Shen Zechuan whispered under him, “I’ll carry you … Brother.”

Ji Mu’s body is like a twisted shield. He smiled and said mutely, “Brother can move.”

“Have you hit your arrow?”

“No.” Ji Mu’s tears had dried up, he said lightly, “… Bian Sha bald’s arrow was not fired accurately.”

Shen Zechuan’s fingers were also soaked in the flesh, he wiped his face reluctantly, and said, “Sister-in-law wrapped dumplings. Wait for you and my family to go. We eat a lot of bowls.”

Ji Mu sighed and said, “… Brother eats slowly, you … don’t grab it.”

Shen Zechuan nodded vigorously underneath.

Snow gradually covered Ji Mu’s body, he seemed very sleepy, his voice was so small, he didn’t even have the strength to move a finger. Singing slowly, waiting for the phrase “Kaiqi battle to die”, Ji Mu closed his eyes.

Shen Zechuan said: “My … my money is also for brother, marry a sister-in-law …”

“brother.”

“brother.”

Ji Mu was silent, as if tired of listening to his words, could not help falling asleep.

Shen Zechuan shuddered. He forgot when the Biansha Cavalry left and how he crawled out. When he raised his body with his arms up, the snow fell silent. Overlapping corpses lay under their knees, like abandoned sacks.

Shen Zechuan turned back, but choked aloud.

Ji Mu’s back has a dense arrow shaft, and a person becomes a meandering hedgehog. With so much blood on Shen Zechuan’s back, he was unaware.

The sound of horseshoes chased like a dull thunder. Shen Zechuan was suddenly agitated and awakened.

He wanted to retaliate, but noticed that his wrists were tied tight and his body was covered with a sack filled with soil.

The sack was getting heavier and he was pressing his chest, making no sound. This is the usual “soil bag killing” in prison, which is dedicated to entertaining prisoners who do not want to stay alive, without leaving any wounds. If you didn’t wake up just now, by the time dawn, Shen Zechuan should be cool.