"I see that this plan is feasible. I will spend the night in Baisha Town tonight. I will start from the third day of tomorrow. I will probably arrive in Yao'an before dawn and launch a raid. I will definitely defeat Sange in one fell swoop."

Ma Bao suddenly rose, his face showed blue veins and his eyes were red. His two sons died in Wumeng Mountain. He thought there was no hope of revenge, but he did not expect that retribution would come so quickly. Even if he was not sure, the opportunity to kill the slave Sangge is right in front of him, and he didn't want to miss it.

Wang Fuhan was also a little worried. As soon as he spoke, he regretted it. Xinglang's court was far away in Lancang, how could it be that it could penetrate into the hinterland of Yunnan on a large scale?

Moreover, this group of so-called Ming soldiers did not look like the chieftains in Xinglang. Although he did not know Ma Bao, the court used pictures of the puppet Zhou vengeances and offered a very important reward. He had never seen the young Ming general in front of him, but the old man in charge looked more and more familiar with him. Could it be that this group of Ming soldiers was really pretending to be Ma Baojun who was defeated by Xifu?

The great contribution is right in front of me, but unfortunately we didn't cherish it. If God gives me another chance to choose, my Wang Fuhan will definitely go through fire and water for the court. Even if we can't defeat Ma Baojun, we can still bite them tightly.

"Wang Fuhan, do you want to be rich and noble? I will listen to the truth."

Ma Zhongying ignored his cheap father, and did not speculate on what Wang Fuhan was thinking about. Although this group of green camp soldiers was forced to subdue, there were still 700 or 800 troops. If they were gathered together, the Ma family army would be unable to control it at all.

But what this guy said was somewhat reasonable. After hesitating, Ma Zhongying raised an irrelevant question.

"... The villain wants wealth, but the villain only wants wealth in the Ming Dynasty. He has a pig tail hanging behind his head. Even if the villain can do it, he will be sorry for his ancestors!"

The knife was put on his neck. Wang Fuhan would be clenched with steel teeth, expressing his heart toward the Ming Dynasty in a painting. His expression and expression, if it weren't for the back of his head, he would be the number one loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty.

Ma Zhongying sneered: "Okay, in order to express your loyalty to the Ming Dynasty, these people will be left to you to deal with."

"this……!"

Wang Fuhan looked bitter and looked at Ma Zhongying. He vaguely knew what Ming Jiang was thinking about.

"Send a letter!"

Ma Zhongying suddenly changed color and pointed a long knife in his hand at Xining Green Camp that was kneeling all over the ground.

"This...? The last general understands, the last general understands, just how to deal with the surrendered troops, and please tell the general."

Wang Fu Han realized that the Ming general in front of him was very clear. He didn't believe it in verbal words. He wanted to kill these surrendered soldiers in Xining Green Camp by himself. Only when the knife was seen with blood could he get the recognition of the Ming army in front of him.

If you don’t kill the surrendered soldiers, I will die now. If you kill them, I will have the opportunity to rebel against Ming and Qing dynasty in the future. Well, the only way is to sacrifice you and achieve the greatest success. When we get out of trouble in the future, it will not be too late to suppress you again. Wang Fuhan thought of this.

"Okay, Mr. Wang Qian is really happy. I will always be fair. Uncle Ba, immediately bring a few people to the town to get some chopsticks of different lengths and let them draw lots, live with long and short numbers, what do you think Mr. Wang Qian thinks?"

"The last general...the last general receives the order!"

Compared with the life and death of the comrades in the past, life and death of his companions was obviously important for the former. Wang Fuhan hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth to agree.

"Xiao Wu, what does this mean?"

Ma Bao looked puzzled. He didn't expect his son to forgive the Green Camp Qianzong. This is different from the confrontation between the two armies in the past. In the past, the Great Zhou army usually only killed officials and recruited soldiers.

"Dad, today is different from the past. Now our army is in extreme decline. If so many green camp soldiers are left by your side, will you sleep?"

There are only 800 soldiers left in the Ma family army, and there are 700 to 800 soldiers surrendered to the Green Camp in front of them. In addition, their family is in Xining, and Ma Zhongying knows that it is impossible for them to surrender. Moreover, since he is the first day of the lunar calendar, the Green Camp soldiers can be fifteenth next time, killing their colleagues once, and they can kill them again for their lives.

"Oh... what you said is right, it's up to you to decide!"

Ma Bao thought for a moment, squirted his lips, and finally handed over the decision to his youngest son.

In a moment!

Baske brought a pair of chopsticks from the restaurant in the town and came to the north gate of Baisha Town.

After the killing order was issued, the remaining more than 700 Xining Green Camp was rushed to the open space in the north of Zhen by the fully armed Ma family army.

Looking at the Ming soldiers and generals with fierce eyes, the captive soldiers in the green camp were extremely frightened. They didn't know how these Ming soldiers would deal with them.

Some clever green camp soldiers guessed from the posture and eyes of the Ming army around them that they might be massacred. At this moment, they regretted it very much, but they had no choice but to shrink their heads and wait for death.

Most of the Green Camp soldiers didn't think much about it, because if the Ming army wanted to kill them, they could take action at the city gate, so why keep them until now?

However, something unexpected happened. The Qianzong Wang Fuhan, who was left behind in the town, actually came to them with the surroundings of several Ming troops, and threw more than ten long swords at them.

"According to the order of the general of the former army of the Ming Dynasty, since Jiashen, there have been countless traitors who have committed suicide. However, my governor has the virtue of being a virtuous person and is legally responsible for life and death by drawing lots. The elders live, and the shorts die."

Under the pressure of the Ma family's personal soldiers, Wang Fuhan trembledly picked up a long knife and looked at the at a loss of the remnants of Xining Green Camp.

"Draw quickly, a group of twenty people, the long-term signing person kills the short-term signing person."

Ma Zhongming waved his hand, and twenty green camp soldiers with a frightened face were immediately dragged out by several Ma family troops.

"Get out quickly, or you all will die."

Wang Fuhan shouted again, compared with his own lives, his life is obviously valuable. In order to survive, he had to add up his weapons to his past comrades.

Listening to the threatening words of Lord Qian and looking at the fully armed Ming army, the Green Camp soldiers knew that if they refused to draw lots, the one who waited for them would definitely be death.

But only one of the two people killed, which means that there is 50% chance of being able to draw alive. If you draw it, you may not die. If you don’t draw it, you will definitely not be able to survive. The compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva bless you, don’t let me win the short lottery.

In the face of life and death, all the green camp soldiers were praying secretly, hoping that the ancestors' spirits in heaven and the various gods and Bodhisattvas could protect them from being intact. At this moment, what they thought of was not resistance, but the will of heaven.
Chapter completed!