The sun was shining brightly, and the weather began to become stuffy as June began to become hot. Thousands of people squeezed around the river outside Xiangyang City and looked around. Some clever vendors pushed their carts and began to sell some snacks and other food in the crowd.

Fifty feet from the city gate, an old stonemason sat on a bluestone tablet and knocked with a chisel. He blew it twice, and the sound was crisp and pleasant.

There were people walking through the holes in the city wall in the distance, measuring and drawing. The flags on the city head had already become Song flags waving in the wind, and it was hard to tell whether it was the Song Dynasty or the Song Dynasty.

I don’t know who it was, but suddenly shouted “Here’s coming”. The people watching outside the city immediately turned their eyes to the past and found that hundreds of people were indeed strung into a string and walked out under the guidance of the prison officer.

The crowd made way for them to go wherever they passed, and they stopped until a temporary platform was built.

Soon, a few people who were once familiar with each other were dragged onto the stage. They were covered in dust and could not see the lofty appearance they used to look.

"Governor Sun...ah...is a good official, what a pity."

"What's the good thing? If it weren't for him, could that Fatty Zhou be so rich? All these officials should die! They still have to rebel even if they are like this. I really don't know how high the world is."

"That's right, I heard that he colluded with the Xixia people and planned to destroy my Song Dynasty."

"Ah? There's something like this? That's really damn."

The people below started to talk, and Sun Zewei on the stage just chuckled, but he didn't make any excuses. Because he knew that today he was stretching his head and shrunk his head and slashing his head and slashing his head, and he couldn't escape it.

And until today, he understood why he died because of that, because he looked down on Song Beiyun and Wang Quan. The reputation of this young man was not a false reputation after all, but he had covered it up so well that he had deceived the world.

I am unwilling to give up, but there is no better way. Now I just hope to have a happy life.

Sun Zewei knelt there with a helpless smile on his face, which was considered a calm death. But the people around him were not so clear. Some of them begged for mercy, some were stubborn and some were cursing, which was in chaos.

At this time, Xiao Song walked forward in a fourth-rank inspector uniform. He lowered his head slightly, took out an emperor's edict in his hand and began to read it aloud: "Sun is ambition for the wolf, and it is contrary to the rules..."

After a long edict exposed Sun Zewei's crime, the person kneeling on his head suddenly burst into tears, and many people kowtowed like pounding garlic, but Song Beiyun didn't even look at it.

Then he made a move, and immediately soldiers walked forward from behind? He began to push those people into the huge pit behind him. These people were old and yellow, and their will to survive made them resist, but they were not the opponents of those strong soldiers.

Soon? The pit was filled with people? They tried hard to climb up. But the bound hands and feet and the deep pits filled them with despair. There were shrill crying and screaming and begging for mercy, but it was impossible to affect the sand on the top to begin to cover it down.

Sun Zewei sat in it? His expression was calm. He even had a smile on his face. He looked up at Song Beiyun and called softly: "Mr. Song."

Song Beiyun turned his head and looked at him condescendingly? Without saying a word.

"Mr. Song is very wise and can meet underground in the future? My dear one can express a clear conscience."

Song Beiyun turned around silently? Listening to the crying sound of his lower head? He picked up the second edict again: "Investigate and punish more than 140 prisoners of the master and subordinates? There are 675 family members. Those who have made military achievements have done their best for the country, and they are not punished with the punishment of beheading them in half. The emperor's grace is so great."

The people around them don’t care what is written on the imperial list, they just want to see burying people? This pit is very big? But it seems crowded to hold hundreds of people at once? And it is precisely this crowding that will make them more and more painful when they struggle, but it is this pain that makes those people full of pleasure.

"Oh, that girl is so beautiful? What a pity."

"Hahaha, then you can dig it out for her later and take it back as a wife."

"Bao, say less unlucky words."

There was a cheerful laughter around, as if the death that was about to happen in front of him was just their entertainment tool. In Song Beiyun's eyes, he suddenly felt that the people in Mr. Lu Xun's writings did exist, and they did not distinguish between the times. It was ridiculous or ridiculous, but sad that it was not considered sad.

The people in the pit were gradually covered by soil. They knew that they had no hope of life anymore, so they became ferocious and began to curse Xiao Song and Da Song.

But the verbal curse is the least powerful weapon in the world. Song Beiyun just walked forward a few steps and could no longer hear the vicious curses. When he turned around, he could only see the loess gradually covering everyone's heads.

When the pit was filled and the cavalry came from the city, they drove tall horses back and forth on the land until the new soil was as tight as the old soil, four cows pulled out a camel-stone turtle in the city.

Some people say this is called Baxia, but Song Beiyun thinks this is the turtle.

The turtle of tens of thousands of pounds was placed in the pit where people were buried, and then the freshly baked stone tablet was placed on the back of the turtle, which recorded in detail what happened here and why so many people were buried.

Xiao Song stood quietly by the whole process. He felt that there was still some evil ghost crying in his ears. After a long battle, he calmed down a little.

After the stone tablet was erected, the masons around immediately stepped forward and began to surround them to start building the pavilion.

The people around were satisfied with their view and now they began to disperse slowly. In the end, only an old woman selling rice cakes was left, pushing the cart and walking slowly towards the city gate.

"Wait a moment."

Song Beiyun walked up to stop the old woman: "Do you still have rice cake?"

The old woman looked up at Song Beiyun, a little scared. She trembled with her hands, lifting the bamboo cover, and there were still a few pieces left inside.

Xiao Song nodded, took out a few copper plates and handed them forward, picked up the rice cake and squatted in a corner without anyone else and started eating. But after a few bites, he suddenly spit out a mouthful, but he did not stop and stuffed the thing into his mouth again.

He ate and vomited like this. After vomiting for a few rounds, he finally curbed the strong mental stimulation, stood up and wiped his lips, and walked out with a blank expression on his face.

Death is not new to him, but such a large-scale execution is the first time in his life. The thousands of appearances of those people before their death seemed to run in front of him like a repeated video.

But he knew what he had to do and some things he had to do, otherwise it would not be enough to intimidate the soldiers. The frequent rebellions mean that the credibility and deterrence of the upper class were not enough to support their status.

There are actually not all people in this pit, there are about 2,000 others. Those people are not qualified to be suppressed by the stone turtle. They are all intermediate generals, officials and their families who follow the rebellion at all levels.

However, their execution location was not at the East Gate but at the South Gate. Compared to the shocking soul of the East Gate, the South Gate is like a flesh and blood hell. Because it is used for halves, the place is obviously more lively than the East Gate. Some prisoners who have not died immediately after being halved will attract cheers from the audience. The longer the distance crawled on the ground, the louder the cheers.

This scene reminded Song Beiyun of the scene in Monte Cristo's Revenge when people watched the executioner beheading their heads. It said that after the head was cut off, they would hammer the chest with a few sledgehammers, so that the blood could be sprayed higher, thus attracting the joy of the audience.

Standing on the intact city tower, Xiao Song was waving the early summer wind and lay there for no idea what to think, and he didn't move until night fell.

Eme is definitely not hungry. He still fills his stomach after eating a lot of rice cakes. He is not very sad because of rebellion. They have no reason to survive. It’s just that the mental pollution throughout the day made him feel a little uncomfortable.

After all, he is not a person who can make fun of killing. Death is actually a very difficult thing for any normal person to face. Even if there is no expression on his face, he will still feel a little twisted.

"I knew you were here."

Zuo Rou's voice came, and then she lay beside Song Beiyun, looking through the city wall at the pavilion that was still finishing the last decoration.

"Are you still thinking about those people?"

"No, what do you think they are trying to do." Xiao Song turned his head and looked at Zuo Rou: "What do they think to do so many people who rebel."

"Just seek power."

Maybe it's not just about seeking power, but Xiao Song believes that it won't be like this if he only seeks power. What you see in history books is not necessarily true. He thinks that most rebels are really forced to go to the fore by all kinds of things, and the rest may be bored.

Because few young people rebel, and those who really cause trouble are middle-aged people. What exactly are they trying to do?

I don’t know... This trigger mechanism is really unclear. I’ll just start a topic when I go back to Qinglongyuan.

"Go back." Zuo Rou held his arm: "I discussed with Sister Qiaoyun yesterday and let you try the two dragons playing with the pearl today!"

Song Beiyun: "???"

"Let's go!"

Zuo Rousheng pulled him back and ate some food casually. When he was about to ask Qiao Yun what the two dragon playing beads were, he came to inform him outside.

It was said that the spies found about 30,000 Western Xia cavalrymen galloping towards the place, as if they were trying to rush to help Xiangyang City.

Xiao Song raised his eyebrows as soon as he heard this, and the problem of information obstruction arose. They may not have received any news that Xiangyang had broken, but now this team of cavalrymen who are racing towards him should be less than a hundred miles away from Xiangyang City.
Chapter completed!