Chapter 298: Because I like warmth, 102

Every time he used every foot and every foot, he used all his strength, so in a moment, the soldier had already been screamed and screamed at him, his face swollen into a pig face.
Soon, several soldiers rushed up, screaming at the thousands of inks in a malicious way. The thousands of inks were like an iron man who did not know the pain. They met the swords of these people. Every shot was a direct blow. The soldiers fell to the ground one after another, and his body had already cracked his wounds and oozing blood outside.
His eyes are more bloodthirsty and cold, and the fist knuckles are all blood, like a person coming out of hell.
Here, it is not that no slaves have resisted, but there is often only one death and death.
The life of a slave is the least valuable.
And Qian Qianmo did something that all the slaves dare not do, beat the officers and soldiers, and still beat these people to the ground with an enemy and ten play.
Many slaves screamed with excitement, "Play well!"
But this kind of excitement didn't last long. It didn't take long for many soldiers to come.
And the soldiers who were knocked down on the gate shouted and shouted: "Take him to death!"
It’s unrealistic to be able to fight with thousands of inks, and not to be able to fight with hundreds of soldiers at once.
He stood in the same place, staring coldly at the soldiers who were close, his fists slamming hard, and the blood oozing from his fingers and dripping down the masonry under his feet.
"Kill him!" Several soldiers who fell to the ground have echoed. It is obviously arrogant here. No one has dared to be more arrogant than them, and the shots of thousands of inks can be the nails of these people. If he does not die, he will not give up.
But this time I led the head of the queue and looked at it, saying: "The above commanded, this person can't die."
"Chen team, he dared to start with us, are we doing this? Then how do we manage these slaves in the future?!"
The Chen team looked at him again and said: "As long as you don't kill him, the rest will be disposed of with you."
"Brothers, go! Hit him and beg for mercy!"
Will thousands of inks beg for mercy?
No.
He is still playing, and those people don't know why he is so embarrassed, but they are better than people, and this time it is not embarrassing.
Qian Qianmo has been hit until he has no strength to fight back, and finally they are knocked down to the ground.
Those people's faces are more vicious than they are, and they call him beg for mercy.
Thousands of inks slowly closed their eyes, and they were punched and kicked. They didn't make a sound, and they didn't say a word.
Some places on the body are bleeding, and the blood is full of nose.
"I have done it, stop killing people..."
"Oh, it’s really dying to die, not even asking for mercy..."
"Come to the individual! Drag him back!"
Wen Youyi quickly ran up, and the other two people squatted with the blood of the thousands of ink back.
"How can they do this to the king..." one cried.
Wen Youyi: "You whisper, don't call him here, it will get into trouble."
The reason why Wen Youyi can be a little calm among a few people is that he has been working hard in Seoul since a long time ago, so he endured the kind of humiliation, but he has always been different. He has always been The object of high and high, admired by the people, now fell into the mud, but still refused to converge on his cold and side, he saw the style of this northern general. ,