Chapter 316 I'm Going to Kill You
"Cut off Murong Wuji's head and hang it on the north gate of Jincheng to comfort the Dasong people and soldiers who died in the hands of the Xiliang people. Read М" Zhao Xu snorted heavily.
Even if he killed Murong Wuji ten thousand times, it would still be difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart.
But he wanted to use this method to tell the people of Xiliang that their days of killing, burning and looting in Jinzhou were over.
If they dare to violate the mirror again, Murong Wuji will be their fate.
At the same time, he was also telling the people of Jinzhou.
I, King Yan, will avenge your blood feud for you.
Walking down the steps, he said to Chang Wei: "Find some clothes for these women to wear. If they still have family members, send them home. If not, the army will temporarily take care of their food and drink, and then find other ways to resettle them."
"Yes, Your Highness." Chang Wei agreed and asked the general to do it immediately.
After leaving the hospital, many generals came to report.
Many similar women were found throughout Jincheng.
These women were all kept in captivity by Xiliang generals and used as sacrifices to vent their animal desires.
"Your Highness, more than three thousand women were found in the Jincheng camp." After discovering them sporadically.
Another general's reply made Zhao Xu's anger reach the extreme.
Seeing that King Yan's face was extremely gloomy, the general whispered: "According to the captured Xiliang soldiers, these women are used to give to the Xiliang soldiers in the city... There are even eight or nine years old among them..."
"Stop talking." Zhao Xu couldn't stand listening anymore, "Behead all the Xiliang soldiers captured in the city and show them to the public. If any of the princes massacres my people or insults my women, they will also be killed!" Zhao Xu was angry! road.
Chang Wei had never seen King Yan so angry.
At this moment, he was even a little scared.
What he didn't know was that these events touched Zhao Xu's memory of the suffering period of his country in the contemporary era.
"These Xiliang people don't regret dying, they killed well." Chang Wei shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, another general came in a hurry.
"Your Highness, we have captured many children of the Jinzhou wealthy family in the city, but their family heads requested to see Your Highness," the general said.
"The four major wealthy families?" Zhao Xu frowned, "What are their last names?"
"Going back to your highness, there are people named Cao, some named Chang, and some named Qu and Hou," the general read.
Chang Wei sneered, "Your Highness, it's them. These four families are famous in Jinzhou."
Zhao Xu nodded slightly, murderous intent suddenly rising in his heart.
The people of Xiliang deserve to die, and the wealthy families who were willing to be Xiliang's lackeys when Jinzhou was occupied by Xiliang also deserve to die.
They may not resist or run away, but if they act as a talisman to a tiger or help a tyrant, they should be cut to pieces.
The high coal prices in Yanzhou are also the work of these people, which is extremely shameless.
However, he also wanted to hear what the so-called four wealthy families in Jinzhou had to argue with.
"Bring them here." Zhao Xu said.
Not long after, four old men wearing silk gowns and charming faces came over.
Seeing Zhao Xu, they quickly knelt down and said, "See His Highness King Yan, His Highness King Yan is a thousand years old!"
Zhao Xu didn't let them off the hook, he just stared at them without saying a word.
Seeing that King Yan was speechless, the four of them did not dare to get up.
After a short moment of silence, a person kneeling on the left suddenly cried out, "Thank you, Your Highness, for taking Jincheng from Xiliang, otherwise we don't know how much humiliation we would have suffered at the hands of Xiliang people..."
"Yes, yes, our wealthy Jinzhou family has always been at odds with Xiliang."
"We endured the humiliation just to wait for the day when His Highness comes."
"Your Highness, we have prepared a fine banquet in the palace, and we hope that Your Highness will show your favor."
"..."
The four people rushed to speak one by one, carefully looking at Zhao Xu's face.
"Hahaha..." Hearing this, Zhao Xu couldn't help laughing.
He was laughing at the fact that there were such shameless people in the world.
King Yan smiled.
The four of them looked at each other and laughed in agreement. They thought King Yan was happy.
But the next moment, they suddenly saw King Yan's face suddenly filled with clouds.
"What nonsense! You are clinging to Xiliang, torturing the people, and driving up coal prices in Yanzhou. Do you think I don't know about it?" Zhao Xu shouted angrily, "Come here, push these four people out and kill them."
The four people's expressions changed when they heard this.
Seeing that King Yan really wanted to kill them, Cao Rui, the head of the Cao family, said anxiously: "Your Highness, spare your life. If we die, I'm afraid that the children in the family will cause chaos and it will be difficult to deal with."
After a pause, he continued: "If Your Highness is generous, we are willing to donate most of our family assets to Your Highness."
At this time, Chang Wei sneered, "Murong Wuji asked you to disband your private soldiers after occupying Jincheng, right? I would like to see what you use to cause trouble, and even if you still have private soldiers, 150,000 Xiliang soldiers, Your Highness still has Kill, who do you think you are, how dare you threaten His Highness!"
Cao Rui was just talking nonsense in a hurry. As Chang Wei said, they don't have any capital to bargain with King Yan now.
In that way, he was just deceiving King Yan, but actually he wanted to bribe King Yan to save his life.
After being exposed by Chang Wei, he immediately panicked.
"Your Highness, the children in our family will not cause trouble. What Cao Rui said was not our intention. Your Highness, we are willing to donate all our family assets and only ask for your life." The other three people bowed and begged for mercy.
Zhao Xu laughed angrily.
This group of wealthy people are used to being arrogant and domineering, and they want to scare him when they are about to die.
Being exposed and so humble, he walked straight past the four people and left a sentence: "I will take your family assets. This is my reward for conquering Jinzhou. As for you, leaving it behind will cause endless harm."
The four of them felt as if they were falling into an ice cave when they heard this. They knew that the King of Yan was determined to kill them.
Cao Rui couldn't help but shout hysterically: "King of Yan, if you kill us, you will offend all the nobles in the world. Throughout the dynasties, the Central Plains has changed countless emperors. No matter who comes, we nobles cannot be touched. This is the rule. Even the people of Xiliang understand it. You broke this rule today, and you are the enemy of all the nobles. The nobles of the entire Dasong will kill you as soon as possible!"
His voice fell, and Zhao Xu stopped.
Cao Rui thought that the King of Yan was afraid, and he was happy.
He said: "Your Highness, as long as you let us go, we will serve you as our master, and the entire Jinzhou will be yours."
"You also said this to Murong Wuji." Zhao Xu did not look back, "And it seems that you have forgotten one thing. This king started his career by killing nobles. This king would rather be an enemy of the nobles in the world than an enemy of the people in the world."
After speaking, he made a throat-cutting gesture.
Cao Rui immediately turned pale as paper.
Chang Wei smiled and whispered to Cao Rui: "Do you know why the soldiers of the royal palace are willing to follow His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan to death and are willing to sacrifice their lives for him? It's because he doesn't spoil you."
Patting Cao Rui on the shoulder, Chang Wei stood up.
At this time, the soldiers of the royal palace behind him drew their swords from their waists.
The sword flashed, and the heads of four people fell to the ground.
Looking at the back of the Prince of Yan, a trace of heat flashed in the eyes of the soldiers who were executing the execution.
That was their king.