Chapter 1951 Leave Me Alone

Harleh's summer is sunny and sunny. Samarkand, the once pearl, is now ruined everywhere by the war.

A group of cavalry walked slowly on the street, and the man on horseback sighed: "I still remember how prosperous this place was back then. Merchants from all over the world exchanged goods here, and then sent them to all sides."

"Now... Fortunately, the caravan is still back."

Ye Siya saw the caravan, those merchants were squatting on the side of an abandoned building to trade, still looking cunning.

Several businessmen looked at Ye Siya vigilantly, then turned their backs and spoke in a lower voice.

During the Khaled civil war, Samarkand changed hands several times, and was finally taken by Mergan. In order to raise money and food, even though he was not sure how long he could keep it, he still couldn't wait to promise safety and reassembled the caravan.

With the caravan, there will be taxes, and with the supplies, Mergan's power will slowly expand like this.

All the way to a well-preserved palace, after a body search, Ye Siya was taken in.

The ruins outside, the palace is still luxurious.

When he saw Mergan, Ye Siya said respectfully: "Brother, I have heard of your reputation among the Ming people, and the name of King Harleigh has aroused fear among the Ming people again."

The man sitting on it snorted coldly and said, "Yesiya, you were a prisoner of the Ming people. At that time, the father wanted to rescue you, but you came back by yourself. Tell me, the Ming people want you to be a prisoner." What?"

The guards standing beside held the handle of the knife and glared at Ye Siya.

This is an elite army that came out of the chaos. Their number is not as large as when Lao Wang was there, but their combat effectiveness...

Ye Siya didn't panic, he said: "Brother, Mingren is not a threat."

Mi'er stared at him viciously, and asked, "You've become a lobbyist for Ming people?!"

Ye Siya smiled wryly and said, "Brother, Ming people don't need me to be a lobbyist."

"Are they trying to attack Harley?"

Having just captured Samarkand, Mergan was a little worried that the Ming people would take the opportunity to make an expedition, and he would not be able to gain a firm foothold at that time, and he might have to give up this important place.

Ye Siya said: "Brother,

I just came from the other brothers, and I told them that Daming has no ambitions for Harleigh, and we should get along peacefully. "

There was a sneer from above, and Mi'er said disdainfully: "You must have been coaxed out of your head by the Ming people. After that war, there will be no peace between the two countries. If it is not for the distance, the Ming people The army has already arrived."

Ye Siya argued: "Brother, the eyes of the Ming people are now on the sea. They are arguing whether to continue to go to sea, and they also say that they will go to a far away place. As for the grassland, they have built it for several years, and Xinghe City will be closed. It has been built, but the immigrants are still not enough to fill the city, what are they attacking Halle for? Will they build another city? Where did the people come from?"

"Are the Ming people very rich?"

Mergan asked an irrelevant question, and Ye Siya subconsciously replied, "Very rich."

Mi Ergan nodded, with a more friendly face, and said, "What are those guys thinking? I guess they must have kicked you out, if it wasn't for the fact that you were easy to bully in the past, they wouldn't have given you any food. "

Ye Siya said shyly: "Yes, brother, they were still fighting over there, there was some movement between the two sheep and the charming meat, so they stopped and waited and watched."

"They're afraid, afraid of the Meat Charm expanding to the east."

Mergan said contemptuously: "The Ming people built the city in the east, and the two sheep and Harlei people in the west are also very powerful. Harleh can only resist those wolves, tigers and leopards by uniting. I am going to send someone to tell them, or Join hands together, or I will launch an attack, reunite Harleigh under one banner, and fight for the glory of the past!"

Ye Siya still wanted to persuade him, but Mergan shook his head and said, "You go to rest first, have dinner with me later, and tell me about Mingren's situation."

Ye Siya was very disappointed, he was led out, the only good news was that he could sleep peacefully, without worrying about being harassed by robbers and bandits.

Harley's chaos has led to an increase in thieves, and big forces and cities are the best refuges.

So many people settled in Samarkand, and these people relied on working for Merer to earn meager income to maintain their families.

Pedestrians on the street are ragged and hurried.

Yes Si Ya was a guest after all, and those pedestrians stayed away from him after being warned.

"catch him!"

After a loud shout, the two guards hid beside Yes Si Ya.

After dodging the noise in front of him, a man dressed in rags rushed over, closely followed by more than a dozen soldiers.

Ye Siya looked at the man who was fleeing in embarrassment, and his heart skipped a beat.

This is Ming!

Ye Siya's familiar aura was on that face, the aura often exuded by his guards.

This man was running, and when he ran to the parallel place with Yesi Ya, a man who didn't know where he came rushed out and beat him hard with the wooden stick in his hand.

Ye Siya saw the man stretch out his hand to block it, he even saw the arm whose bones were broken by the wooden stick hang down, and then the wooden stick hit again...

The man fell to the ground, and the dozen or so soldiers rushed over and controlled him.

The man who took the shot approached with a smile, and a sergeant slapped him to the ground with a casual slap.

"This is Mingren's spy!"

Two sergeants tied the man's hands behind his back and dragged him up. The broken arm was bent into a strange shape, and the scream was extremely ear-piercing. The sergeant said proudly: "They are here to collect information and even assassinate our people. According to His Highness's order, he will be executed immediately!"

Watching the execution of the same kind is a human hobby. When they learned that the person who was going to be executed was still his deadly enemy, the atmosphere was almost more lively than going to the market.

Just not far from the palace, there is an open field.

What Samarkand lacked most at this time was labor. Following the orders from the palace, a wooden platform was quickly erected.

Mingren was tied up and knelt on the platform, with several sergeants standing beside him, one of them waved a whip and said, "Whip!"

Snapped!

The Harlei people's skills in playing horsewhip are probably the best in the world. After a beautiful whip flower, there are endless screams.

Ye Siya was also watching from below, he shook his head and said, "Tell brother, don't provoke Mingren."

The guard who accompanied him said dissatisfiedly: "This is Samarkand, and Ming people can't set foot here even when they are most proud."

Mingren on the stage was grabbed by his hair from the front, and his whole body could only bear the whipping tensely. Amidst the screams, Ye Siya saw a little more cruelty on that face full of pain.

This is a dead man!

Ye Siya thought of the two most elite special yamen in Ming Dynasty.

Jinyiwei and Dongchang!

Is it from Jinyiwei?

"Tell me your origin and identity!"

The whipping on the stage stopped for a moment, and an interpreter was shouting and asking Ming.

The man's hair was pulled, so the head could turn very little. Panting, he tried to raise his eyes to look around, and gradually smiled.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The interpreter waved his hand, and the whip fell on his back again.

"ah……"

After screaming, Mingren took advantage of the gap and shouted: "Leave me alone! Leave me alone!"

That look of despair made people tremble, and some people had already lowered their heads, not daring to look at that face.

The interpreter stopped the whipping again, then squatted beside Mingren, and said, "Tell me your accomplices, and we will let you enjoy fine wine and... beauties."

Mingren was gasping for breath. He looked greedily at the crowd, tears fell from the corner of his eyes, and he roared, "Leave me alone! I won't say anything, I won't say anything!"

The caning could not make him unbearable, but the severe pain from the severed arm almost overwhelmed his sanity.

He howled violently, and shouted, "I can stand it!"

The interpreter stood up and said coldly, "You are looking for your own death."

"Remember to tell them, I didn't say, I didn't say..."

The interpreter discussed with the executioner, and then announced to the following: "He will be put in a cloth bag and trampled to death."