The rebel army's foremost master craftsman forged a million iron pylons!

boom!

One hundred iron cavalrymen transformed into three torrents and scattered towards the surrounding villages.

The iron cavalry shattered the peace of the village. Seeing the imperial army approaching, the people who were still working in the fields dropped their tools and fled to their homes.

An old man was running a little slower, and the cavalryman on horseback threw out a rope, which was put around his neck and dragged along the ground for five or six meters before stopping.

With a whoosh, the armored cavalryman jumped off his horse and lifted the emaciated old man off the ground.

He was the squad leader of this group of armored cavalry, and his name was Zhao Wu.

"We are soldiers from the Sanshui Military Command."

Zhao Wu revealed a sinister smile, helped the old man sit on a large rock, and then slowly drew the long knife from his waist, gesturing twice towards the old man's neck.

"We need to ask you something now. If you tell the truth, we'll reward you with silver."

"If you dare to lie to us, be careful, the soldiers will drag you to the Sanshui Military Prefecture to do hard labor."

"Sir, please ask. I will answer to the best of my knowledge." The old man stood up shakily from the stone and bowed to the soldier.

"There were originally several soldiers in Wolf Head Fortress. What were their names?"

"You should know they've lived here for so long."

The soldiers in Wolf Head Fortress?

The old man paused for a moment, his eyes twitching slightly.

The soldiers in Wolf Head Fortress are all very good people.

They helped the villagers harvest wheat and also helped them fight off the floods.

Never betray them.

"Replying to the general, I am old and frail, and I can't even leave the village. I know nothing about the Wolf Head Fortress."

"hehe."

Zhao Wu sneered, then suddenly swung his long knife. With a hiss, blood splattered everywhere, and the old man fell into a pool of blood.

His hair was completely white, and there was a pool of blood below his neck, which looked particularly glaring in the sunlight.

"Sun Zhaohu, take your men and burn all the houses in this area down to the ground, and kick everyone out of the houses."

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Wu spoke to the row of soldiers behind him.

Boom boom boom!

The soldiers began to light torches and throw them at the surrounding houses, instantly engulfing more than a dozen houses in flames.

"Oh no, what happened? Why are they burning our house?"

"Sir, please spare us! We've already paid our grain tax for this quarter!"

"Please, sir, give us some place to stay."

A large group of people ran out of the house, including elderly people with white hair, women holding children, and some teenagers.

Upon seeing these fierce-looking soldiers, they all knelt on the ground, wailing and crying.

Zhao Wu seemed somewhat agitated.

There wasn't even a single able-bodied young adult among them.

If we could bring a group of able-bodied men back to the army camp, each head could fetch at least three taels of silver.

Tap! Tap!

Zhao Wu, wearing official boots, walked back and forth in front of these people twice. His iron armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the soldiers around him held torches, which crackled in the sunlight.

Zhao Wu swept his cold gaze over the kneeling crowd before him, then slammed his long sword into the ground and shouted at his soldiers.

"Grab ten strong men from this group, tie them to a big tree and beat them until they tell us the names of the Wolfhead Fortress gang."

Immediately, a dozen or so fierce soldiers rushed into the crowd and, without saying a word, dragged away a dozen or so villagers who were not very old, and tied them tightly to a nearby tree with thick hemp rope.

clap clap clap!

The sound of whips lashing flesh echoed over the village, mingled with screams of agony...

A soldier brought Zhao Wu a stool, and Zhao Wu sat on the stool to watch these people being whipped.

"Tell me, where did the men from Wolf's Head Fortress go?"

"How many are there in total?"

"What are your names?"

The soldiers whipped the man tied to the tree while fiercely questioning him.

"Ouch, ouch!" The cries of pain were incessant.

Zhao Wu looked at them indifferently, as if they were a bunch of trash.

The ten people in the tree were beaten until they were bruised and bleeding, barely alive, and unable to even utter a cry of pain.

Zhao Wu shouted, "Stop!"

brush!

The sound of whipping stopped abruptly.

A child's soft sobbing could be heard from the surrounding crowd, but it was quickly covered by an adult's hand...

Tap! Tap!

Zhao Wu stood up from his chair, surveyed the group of people, then abruptly stopped and said calmly.

"Does nobody know the whereabouts of those traitors from Wolf Fang Fortress? If you don't tell the truth, I'm going to kill someone."

brush!

Silence fell instantly around them.

Even the cicadas chirping on the branches stopped.

"Sir, please spare us! We really don't know who the people from Wolf Head Fort are."

On the big tree, a villager spoke on his deathbed.

"Oh"

Zhao Wu sneered and waved his arm lightly.

brush!

A flash of light appeared.

Blood splattered on the man's neck, and he died.

The smell of blood permeated the air.

But the killing did not stop.

"Will you tell me or not!"

"Sir, I really don't know where it is."

Chi!

The second person died.

"Where are those rebels? Tell me and you'll live."

"Sir, please spare my life, I really don't know."

Chi!

......

The people tied to the trees were slaughtered like livestock, and the surrounding villagers were so terrified that they forgot to even cry.

It wasn't until the armored soldiers killed their fifth person that a cry of anguish suddenly rang out from the crowd.

"Sir, please stop killing! I know, I'll tell you everything!"

An elderly man with white hair ran out from the crowd, knelt down at Zhao Wu's feet with a thud, and bowed his head.

"Sir, I've seen those people before, and I know their names."

It was none other than Old Man Yu, the village chief of Yu Family Village.

Although Li Tian and his group had done a great favor for Yujia Village.

But he really couldn't just stand by and watch.

The villagers are innocent.

He bears all the blame.

"Oh, you know?"

Zhao Wu strolled over to Old Man Yu and looked down at him.

"Then tell me, what are these people's names? Tell me all of them, and all these coins are yours."

With a clatter, a dozen or so copper coins scattered around Old Man Yu.

Looking at the copper coins on the ground, Old Man Yu was somewhat bewildered, and the scene of Li Tian and his military personnel helping the villagers harvest the fields flashed through his mind.

But when he suddenly turned around and saw the bloody corpses on the tree, it felt as if his heart had been stabbed hard by a bayonet.

"I said."

Old Yu closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, and slowly uttered a few words from his chapped lips.

There are six people in total.

Their squad leader was named Li Tian.

"He brought five soldiers with him: Wu Laoliu, Wu Tian, ​​Zhao Erbao..."

Every time Old Man Yu mentioned a person's name, the soldiers around Zhao Wu would write that person's name down on a piece of paper.

Until all six names have been said.

Zhao Wu waved the paper in front of Old Man Yu. "Have you finished? Is there anything you forgot?"

"Nothing was missed!"

Old Yu slowly opened his eyes, which were now dry of tears, filled only with endless sorrow.

"good!"

Zhao Wu smiled slightly.

"Now I'll find an artist to come over. You draw all these people's appearances on paper based on your memory."

Old Man Yu's body jolted violently!