The captives continued to sweep the city.
In fact, it is winter now, and there are still more than ten days before the Han New Year, and there is no wind and sand, so the city looks very clean.
But according to the logic of Mi'er, if you don't work, you will die, so no matter what you do, you can't let people be idle.
Sweeping the streets is not realistic, and it will lead to unpredictable dangers, such as these Ming prisoners suddenly rioting, and then causing riots or something.
So before the beginning of spring, these captives had to continue to sweep the city, and sometimes they were also responsible for carrying supplies.
A few years of captivity have made these Ming people numb, and they can do whatever they want.
It's not that no one resisted, but in the end they all turned into human heads hanging outside the city gates.
This is the enemy!
No one was more impressed with Haret than these prisoners of war.
If he continues to divide and fight, Harel will gradually weaken himself until he is destroyed.
But Mi'er Gan has unified Hare, where will Harrieh go without internal strife?
When the sun slipped to the horizon, the day's work was complete.
If it were somewhere else, they would probably be imprisoned when they were not alive, but not Samarkand.
Mi'ergan needed these Ming captives to show up in the city every day, hoping that this would cheer up his subjects.
Masson had long been accustomed to being looked at and ridiculed.
In the past, when the Haret people were afraid of the Ming Dynasty, they had to go through a wave of debris attacks when they came out.
Now everyone was used to it, except for some children who threw things in the streets, and the Harets wouldn't give them a second look.
Time always erases all freshness, just as the relationship between men and women goes from being attracted to each other like a magnet to gradually looking at that perhaps beautiful face without feeling anything, which only takes a small trick in the middle.
Ma Song stared at the general, he swore that he would definitely get revenge, and he even thought about how to get revenge, such as feeding poop.
And they all went down to the city, and then went into the city.
The small market gradually deserted, and only two merchants were still haggling, and a few men who were waiting for the results of their negotiations to take the hard work.
The temperature began to drop, and Ma Song felt a little cold, and he glanced over there, and saw a face that he had seen in a trance.
But Zhao Xing had already determined that these people had seen them yesterday, and the eyes of that person looking at him were all the same, flickering with warmth slightly.
He had never been seen like this, so he looked at each other a few more times.
But the man turned around, sniffing and waiting for the merchant's negotiation.
That's a delusion, right?
Zhao Xing was a little disappointed, and a familiar shout came from behind him, so he had to speed up his pace.
Towards the mini-market, he couldn't help but glance back again.
Nothing!
Back in captivity, half a dry biscuit was his dinner.
Zhao Xing's weight has lost one-third in the past few years, and when he takes off his clothes, he can clearly see his sternum on his dirty body.
In the dark, he lay on the moldy hay, quietly thinking about his hometown.
When night falls, only sleep can make people forget their situation.
Zhao Xing didn't sleep, he listened to those snoring and was thinking about his thoughts.
He wanted to run, but he had carefully observed it in the past few years and could not find the opportunity to escape.
The city is a dead end, and if you want to run, you can only run outside the city.
As a former scout hundred, as long as there is a war horse, he dares to say that he can escape to Daming with fifty percent certainty.
But how can you escape from under the noses of the guards and sergeants?
And the sergeant at the city gate is the second level, a level that has repeatedly dismissed his thoughts.
If you are a bystander, you will definitely give up these ideas in this desperate environment.
But Zhao Xing is different, he never gave up.
He remembered his mother, and if no one proved it after he was captured, he would be treated as a martyr.
He feared that his mother would be heartbroken.
"Mother!"
Suddenly, someone in the house called out to her mother in a dream.
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Zhao Xing turned sideways, and in the sound of squirming, tears slipped down silently. …… Wang Yan, who didn't get the business, went back with a few of his brothers.
At the moment, every family is cooking, and there is more cooking smoke in the city.
The smoke gradually gathered together, looking like a thin cloud.
He led people around those streets and alleys, and one of them bought a large meatloaf on the road.
By the time they licked their lips and arrived at the gathering area of the magnates, it was completely dark.
Two men quietly walked over and said, "My lord, that man has gone home, and the house is very quiet. ” Wang Yan looked at the house more than two hundred steps away, and said: "Mi'er killed the minister, he is the most suspicious at present, and he must be in a bad mood, how can he be in the mood to speak." ” Xiao Guwei smiled and asked, "My lord, why do we want to kill them?"
” Wang Yan said: "The time has come to rescue them, and before that, we need to make the city a little chaotic. ” Gradually, many surrounding houses began to sing and dance.
Samarkand is at the throat of east-west traffic, and all kinds of women gather here, and these powerful people can naturally enjoy it first.
Chen Deng took someone to touch it.
Half an hour later, Chen Deng returned.
"My lord, no problem."
Wang Yan nodded and said, "Do it!"
He personally led Chen Deng and a few people to quietly approach the gate of the house.
A sergeant didn't know what means to use, but he quietly opened the door.
There were no lights in the room, only a faint glimmer of light could be seen on the steps.
The two sergeants quickly searched around and came back shaking their heads.
Wang Yan went up the steps first, as if he was going back to his home.
If you go up to the second floor, you can see the hallway, and you can also see the light leaking out of the room.
Using the lights to judge whether there is anyone who is the most efficient, Chen Deng quickly found the master bedroom.
He was about to quietly open the bedroom door.
"Kick out!"
Wang Yan lowered his body and commanded.
Chen Deng wondered: "My lord, it will be exposed." ” Wang Yan didn't explain anymore, and Chen Deng's heart froze, so he took a step back, and then kicked the door violently.
"Bang!"
The bedroom door was kicked in like a child's toy.
"Who are you?"
There was a middle-aged man lying on the bed, he was awakened and had sat up.
Wang Yan went over first, the short knife in his hand shining in the light.
The man knew that he was a suspect, but he knew that the man was not killed by himself, so he was depressed, but calm.
At this moment, when he saw Wang Yan coming over with a knife, he thought a lot in an instant.
Not everyone can think of leaving a clue to the murderer before they die.
But the man did it.
When the short knife in Wang Yan's hand was waved, he shouted, "I didn't kill anyone!"
I didn't kill anyone!
” "What did he say?"
Wang Yan stopped the short knife, and a sergeant said, "My lord, he said that he didn't kill anyone. ” Wang Yan smiled and said, "Great!
” The man did not understand the words, but he quickly discerned the origin of the language.
It's Akito!
He regretted it, and in a flash of light, the whole thing went through in his mind.
The murderer is Mingren, and they want to provoke!
He opened his mouth to let the news out with a roar, but the knife flashed faster.
The blood flashed, Wang Yan didn't need to check, he knew that the man was finished by the feeling in his hand just now.
He walked out of the bedroom again, and the servants were startled by the sound of the door kicking, and the man's shouting later, so they all ran away.
After the assassination time, all the suspicions pointed to their master, and now Haret is not stable, and there is a good chance that the wild officials will retaliate, and it is a fool not to run.
Yes, no one came to check, so Wang Yan's plan was frustrated.
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"Let's go!"
They quickly descended the steps, just as the servants had run out.
"Murdered!"
Amidst the shouts, Wang Yan disappeared into the darkness with the people.
The army on night patrol soon arrived, and after seeing the suspect's tragic death, they immediately arranged for someone to pursue him.
He just asked people to seek recourse, and then he personally went to report the news to Mi'er.
It was a whirlpool, and he didn't want to get involved.
Yes, until now, his judgment was vendetta.
You kill me, I kill you, when is the time for retribution!