Chapter 237: Kill without amnesty

"It's Lord Wei Kang !!"
Compared with Wei Kang, who is relatively weaker than Wei Kang, other people must recognize that Wei Kang, who has only one head, is inevitably slower, but the shock to them is more significant. In the eyes of ordinary mountain people, or an ordinary garrison soldier, Wei Kang, the head of the twelve guards, is already a big figure above all. But now, he had only one head left, so he was suspended from the north exit.
The soldiers of the garrison followed the command of the chief and tried to separate the gathered mountain people. But while they were carrying out the orders themselves, they couldn't help peeping at the contents of the cloth, and they would discuss a few words while the chief was not paying attention.
"again!"
This word has become the sentence with the highest probability of occurrence. Even if many people do not say it, their eyes clearly show this meaning.
This kind of scene, such a scene, has been staged all over the Xiafeng District since the nightingale organization appeared more than three years ago. From the remote border towns to the main city of Xiafeng District, Xiafeng City, one wicked person after another was punished by them.
The black characters on the white cloth strips list the crimes of these wicked people. Against the background of them, the nightingale has become the embodiment of justice in the eyes of many mountain people.
"It's gone, it's gone !!" The guard at the north exit kept screaming at the crowd. However, instead of dispersing the crowd, there is a tendency to gather more and more.
Wei Kang is Wei Kang! Wei Kang was killed by the nightingale.
The news was spreading fast, much faster than the detectives sent by Wei Meng to send letters. The disposal of such a big man has pushed people's expectations of the nightingale to a new height.
The crowd could not be evacuated for a long time. The soldiers of the garrison were even squeezed out of the crowd. They watched Wei Kang's head continue to hang there, and watched that white cloth listed many of Wei Kang's unseen actions But there is no way to go forward.
"Block the intersection for me! Don't let people come over again! Fan them. Let them all fan away!" The guards jumped thunderously and commanded his men, but with little effect. The standing garrison staff at the North Exit is simply not enough to cope with the enthusiasm of the mountain people who was ignited at this moment.
"Waste!" Shouted into the ears of the guard.
"Who?" The guard in anxiety growled subconsciously. But looking around, he couldn't see who was talking to him.
"Disobeyed. Kill!" The voice came again, and the defender still didn't find who was talking, but he was aware of a possibility.
Only hearing the sound, but not the person, this is obviously the use of power transmission, and in the twelve guards there is such a master in the soul.
Master Wei Meng?
The guard subconsciously shrank his head. The Twelve Guardians have no official positions, but their power is far superior to those of their lower-level officials. Realizing that the "waste" might be Wei Meng's evaluation of him. The defender's face was even more mourning than before. At this time, where else will be taken into account, immediately gave instructions from Wei Meng crazy.
"Let them come apart! Disobedience, kill without amnesty!" The guard snarled, and the order was heard by the soldiers, as did the people gathered here. Before the soldiers could take action, the people were in an uproar.
Not out of fear, but out of anger. Everyone's emotions are in high spirits because Wei Kang was killed, and originally because of fear of power, the rule has converged, but the guardian's brutal and fierce command. But it completely smashed this last suppressed thought.
There was anger in everyone's eyes, and they all pointed at the guard who issued the order. But this gaze, which seemed to eat people, was a reaction the guardian had not expected at all. His heart was empty. I took a step backwards subconsciously, with one hand pressed on the handle of the knife, and shouted at all the mountain people: "What do you want to do? Do you want to rebel? Come, stop me."
There were two close guards behind the guard, but when he saw such a scene, he didn't dare to step forward.
They are just ordinary soldiers, because of long-term training, or there is a threshold to touch a little courage, but after all, they are not those who have the ability to pass through the power. Faced with such a crowd. Their realm of strength does not play any role at all.
"What's the matter, are you deaf? Or do you also want to rebel?" The guard found that the two guys behind him hesitated and did nothing. Screamed loudly. The mountain people saw the appearance of the guards, which further boosted their confidence. These soldiers and captains who usually fear them. It didn't look scary at this moment.
"Do not disperse, kill without pardon?" A mountain man walking at the forefront gazed scornfully at the fearful guard and his two guards. This expression usually appears on the faces of ordinary people!
"Yes." He replied.
The guard did not speak, nor did the two guards, but almost everyone in the audience heard the answer. Everyone was looking for the source of the sound. When they turned to the boulder with the north exit, they saw a figure passing by, and the head of Wei Kang hanging on the boulder had been removed, and the long strip of cloth Followed by flying, as if protruding with open eyes. Without waiting for anybody to respond, the cloth strip had flown back, but the tail was dragged back to return to a person. It was the mountain man who made a mockery of the instructions of "do not spread, kill without amnesty".
Wei Meng stood on the boulder at the north exit, holding Wei Kang's head in his left hand and the white cloth in his right hand. Shanmin's neck was strangled and hung up, struggling desperately.
"Yes ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Wei Meng repeats again, using the sound of Ming Ming, everyone on the scene can clearly hear," If you don't spread out, you can't kill. "
Anger is still written on the faces of all the mountain people, but now, they are hiding little by little, replaced by the fear they are used to. Some people are still staring blankly, but some people are already leaving in disgrace. But the mountain dweller who was hung in the air by Wei Meng and was about to die, no one cared.
"Last time, spread out." Wei Meng said.
Those still stunned mountain people finally got a move, and hurried to leave. People push people, people hinder people, some people are pretended to be painful, but they dare not make any sound at all. Everyone is trying to suppress and hide, lest they be noticed. So many people moved together and left, but no one spoke, only uninterrupted, dull footsteps.
Wei Meng stared at all this coldly, and the poor mountain dweller was still hanging on his right hand. His struggling movements were getting weaker and weaker. At this moment, an arrow flew from the far end.

Today, someone has been behind me while coding, and the pressure is great! (To be continued) ()