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Chapter 1200 Sparing His Life (Part )
"Hahaha, General Cheng, you don't have to be polite. Get up!"

Shi Luodie waved his hand and said heroically: "If that's the case, then don't worry. Tomorrow, I will ask Zhuolibuhua to take you to the city and release them. Let's drink, don't let those mundane things disturb our mood. We won't go home until we are drunk today."

"Well, that's the lives of dozens of people in my family, and the result of my life's hard work. How can it be considered a mundane matter? It seems to have nothing to do with you, so of course you don't have to care."

"Haha, okay, thank you for your grace, Khan." Cheng Yaojin spit out the wine for a while, and temporarily put his worries aside. He started drinking happily with his colleagues in the tent.

The next day, when the sun was already high in the sky, Shi Luodie slowly got up, stretched lazily, and after washing up and being served by a group of maids and servants, she sat at the main table and ate breakfast.

Zhuolibuhua opened the curtain and walked in, saying, "Great Khan, yesterday you ordered the release of the Cui clan members today, and Cheng Yaojin has been waiting for a long time. But the Great Khan was drunk yesterday, and I don't know if the Great Khan has changed his mind, so I came to confirm it."

"Well, this is what I mean. You should take Cheng Yaojin with you now. It's a waste of food to keep those people." Shi Luodie said without raising his head.

"Great Khan, are you really going to release it?"

Zhuoli was not in a hurry and stepped forward to persuade them: "These aristocratic families are all rich enough to rival a country. The Lu family handed over nearly three million taels of gold, as well as countless fields, houses, shops, treasures, silver and money. The Cui family is also one of the Five Surnames and Seven Famous Families, and ranks above the Lu family. They must be very rich too."

"Just for a surrendered general, our loss is too great, isn't it?"

"Uh"

Shi Luodie was stunned, he had forgotten about this. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then rolled his eyes and waved his hand.

After Zhuolibuhua had finished his talk, he said, "We have to release the people. I am the Khan of the Nine Cauldrons, so of course I cannot go back on my word. But we have to collect the money we owe. We have suffered such a huge loss this time, how can we let them take away the wealth?"

"But this." Zhuolibuhua looked embarrassed. The Khan was in both power and position. What should he do about this matter?
"How stupid!"

Shi Luodie scolded him, then smiled meaningfully: "You set up a stage outside the city and say that the Tang Dynasty killed 200,000 of my brothers. This hatred is irreconcilable. Today, I will kill the noble families of Ji and De states to honor the spirits of my brothers in heaven."

“Then bring in a group of wealthy families who are familiar with the Cui family and chop off their heads in front of them, so that they can have a good look at this bloody scene.”

"After scaring them to the point of peeing their pants, I will ask Cheng Yaojin to come out and stop the execution, and finally ask me to beg for mercy. Then I will ask them to hand over their wealth and leave for Cheng Yaojin's sake. These people are not grateful for escaping death."

"At that time, I got the money and Cheng Yaojin's face, and everyone was happy."

Zhuolibuhua was so excited when he heard this that he thought to himself that Dahan was really insidious. He could actually accomplish such a thing that was both a pretext and a pretext.

"Your Majesty is wise, I understand." Zhuolibuhua clasped his fist in admiration and went out after receiving the order.

What happened later was just as Shi Luodie had judged, and Zhuolibuhua told him the details. Cheng Yaojin was also a very cunning person, and after thinking about it, he decided that releasing the person directly was indeed different from being executed, so why not make some operations to maximize the benefits?
With heads rolling down and people on the verge of death, this favor will be greater.

Moreover, he could pretend that he surrendered to the Turks in order to save them. Was he afraid that they would not feel guilty and save his own life?

Do it as soon as you think of it. Cheng Yaojin added some details and a big drama began to unfold.

Around noon, the people of Leshou County were driven outside the city to watch the execution, and all the wealthy and noble families who were usually very noble were dragged out of the prison.

Zhuolibuhua denounced the Tang Dynasty for being unjust. They came from afar to distribute land to the people of Hebei, and their work was to save all living beings. Not only did the Tang army not thank them, but they also dared to launch a surprise attack and launched an extermination attack, causing them to suffer heavy losses.

Originally, they wanted to massacre several cities to vent their anger, but the Turkic Khan Shiluodezhai was kind-hearted and compassionate, and did not want to harm innocent people, so he dragged out those aristocratic families who usually abused their power and beheaded them to commemorate the fallen Turkic warriors.

Several relatives of the Cui family, who were also among the most powerful families in Ji and De states, were immediately killed. Their heads, with their eyes open in death, rolled in front of everyone. The elders of the Cui family and the heads of each branch were all frightened out of their wits.

He desperately shouted that he wanted to hand over all his wealth to save his family.

After they learned about what the Turks had done to the Lu family in Fan Yang, they were hoping for a lucky break and secretly despised the Lu family for handing over all the wealth accumulated by their ancestors in order to survive.

Without all the wealth and splendor, these noble families would only be left with an empty title. What difference would they make from ordinary people? It would be better for them to die.

That's why they refused to hand it over, because the Turks in Fan Yang had not done anything extreme, and they privately judged that the Turks did not dare to do anything to them now.

Until a few days ago, when they saw the endless battlefield outside Ande and Gonggao, they were worried that the Turks had completely torn their relationship with the Tang Dynasty. With so many casualties on both sides, the Turks probably wouldn't care about anything. Sure enough, the Turks didn't even ask them these days, but today they dragged them out and beheaded them in front of everyone, and they didn't even go through the usual procedure of asking for money.

Now the Cui family members realized that the Lu family members were not stupid. Instead, they knew that if they lost their lives and were killed by others, what use would all their money be? It would just be buried in some unknown underground vault and would never see the light of day.

Besides, the wealth left by our ancestors was meant to be used by our descendants and grandchildren. Now it is being used to buy a way to make a living for the whole family, young and old, which is exactly the right way to do it!
Therefore, when death is imminent, all your persistence collapses in an instant, and no matter how much wealth you have, it is not as important as your own life.

They shouted desperately, but were only beaten and kicked by the Turkic soldiers. No matter how much money they offered, those soldiers were cold and murderous, and they were not shaken at all. At this point, when money was useless, they were really scared.

The cold wind is howling and the snowflakes are flying!
There were too many people to be executed, so the Turks read out a list of names, and a group of people, young and old, wearing white clothes and shivering in the cold wind, were dragged onto the stage. At the command, the sharp scimitars fell one after another, without any hesitation.

In just the time it takes to stick up an incense stick, several families were killed.

The Turks did not clean up the bodies, and simply dumped them under the platform, piling them up into a small hill. The heads on the platform were scattered everywhere, and the warm blood was still steaming when it first flowed out, but once it was blown by the cold wind, it froze into red ice, firmly covering layer after layer.

After a while, the execution platform was inexplicably raised a step, and the scene was like the Senluo Palace, which was chilling.

Zhuolibuhua stood on the stage, flipping the silk in his hands, and shouted coldly: "Qinghe Cui family."

Suddenly, a group of Turks rushed forward and dragged hundreds of members of the Qinghe Cui family to the bloody execution platform.

"No, please spare my life!"

They knew that this time they were serious, and they struggled desperately to retreat, shouting incoherently: "Sir, please spare our lives. We are willing to give you money and all the wealth accumulated by our ancestors. Please spare the lives of the Qinghe Cui family!"

Zhuolibuhua stepped forward and kicked several of the loudest shouters, knocking them to the side. He snorted coldly, "What do you think of us warriors of the Great Turkic Khanate? Even if you bring a mountain of gold, you can't buy back the lives of our 200,000 brothers."

"Someone, shut their mouths and kill them all, leaving no one alive."

Zhuolibuhua's ruthless rejection was colder and more cruel than the winter wind. Several soldiers stepped forward and stuffed these people's mouths with rags. The executioner stood beside them with a bloody scimitar raised high.

Everyone present squeezed their legs together and felt a cold wind from hell swirling around their necks.

The next moment, their souls will be taken back to the underworld.

When everyone was in place, Zhuolibuhua's mouth twitched slightly, and then he shouted: "The prisoner is in place, checked and confirmed, execute."

'Well'

Hundreds of people struggled desperately, but were pinned down on the execution platform by the Turks behind them. All members of the Cui clan knelt on the ground, their hands tied behind their backs, their heads pressed tightly against the red ice on the ground, and the breath of death enveloped everyone.

Dozens of people fainted before the scimitar fell, and many of the rest were frightened to death, looking at the scene with despair on their faces.

"Spare his life." At this critical moment, a loud shout rang out.

The Turkic people who temporarily acted as executioners were Zhuolibuhua's personal guards. They had been instructed long ago, so they immediately stopped and looked into the distance.

I saw a burly figure riding a horse coming from a distance, flipping over, jumping off the horse and running towards here. It was Cheng Yaojin.

The Cui clan members, who were already in despair and ready to be killed, were suddenly shocked and turned their heads desperately, trying to see who was coming and whether he could save them.

A few sharp-eyed people saw this familiar figure and shouted excitedly: "It's uncle, uncle is not dead, he is here to save us."

As soon as these words came out, everyone started to struggle. The Turks behind them relaxed their arms slightly when they saw that they couldn't chop for a while. These people struggled to stand up, as if they had crawled out of the dark hell and saw the sunlight on the ground again.

Their chests rose and fell violently, they opened their mouths and gasped, desperately swallowing the cold air, exhaling long streams of hot breath. They stared eagerly at the familiar yet strange figure, with tears in their eyes, as if they had seen a savior.

(End of this chapter)