The Rise of Phoenixes

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The wide open space was full of people, and everyone was backing away, trying to get rid of the crossbow machine, and when they hid behind them, the person who was turned over immediately felt the crisis and desperately squeezed backwards... After such a layer-by-layer turn, everyone stirred together, and some people thought that they were squeezed behind, but maybe in a moment, they would be shocked to find that they were pushed to the front again by the flow of people.

There are many people, panic, and death is threatened by nightmares. Many people in the open space are trampled to death, and the alley is even worse. Some people are directly crushed on the wall.

In the darkness, all kinds of howlings rushed to the sky, and the flickering silhouette of the fire seemed like ghosts. No hundreds of people shrank and shivered in the bed. Someone boldly pushed the window and glanced.

This night, known as the "Dragon Night" in the history of Jianghuai, the legendary Wei Hou made all the things he experienced into a legend, and this time is no exception-Chief Executive Yamen only killed more than 30 people, and then drove the madness to help the tens of thousands of people to blame the first big gang to destroy the dragon.

This night, the Jianghuai people have been spreading word of mouth for a long time. They witnessed the first gang's arrogant rise after two years, and they were beaten back to the original one night and then disappeared.

It was at this moment that Fu Shu You You would ignore the Jianghuai people who are not in everyone's eyes, and for the first time forever remembered the young man who seemed gentle but real.

And this night, Feng Zhiwei just held the tea and smiled at the head of the building, watching the blood sea overturned on the other side, and the white fluff on the snow-white cloak gently swept her snow-colored cheeks. She looked long and unstained. The dust is picturesque.

Her eyes didn't look at the misery in front of the square, but she kept falling behind the deep alley.

There, the group of people who had eavesdropped on her beam previously concealed their identity and entered the flow of the dragon gang. If they wanted to take advantage of the muddy water, they would go away, and Feng Zhiwei was prepared to close the door and beat the dog. The archers who walked on the walls in the alleys were not actually trying to kill the dragon gangsters. These people never wanted to kill them, but they were still useful after killing them. Her real purpose was to dare to fight The people on her beam who overheared were also wiped out in muddy water!

After those people were found to be withdrawn from the palace, Zong Chen's dark guard followed him, and they kept staring at each other. They stared at each other and instructed the whereabouts of each other in the crowd. The eavesdropper went, and the spy trapped in the alley was either shot or killed in the alley, or rushed out and shot and killed, with no other ending.

Zong Chen stood behind her, looking at her calm and indifferent look-from beginning to end, she didn't say that she wanted to keep a living mouth, to see who the main agent came to spy on her, which shows that she knew who it was.

After hesitating for a while, he asked in a low voice, "Really... kill all?"

Feng Zhi slightly lowered her eyelashes, the mist of the tea made her eyes even more wet, reflecting the gloomy sky and dripping blood of the night. She did not speak, but just held the tea cup tighter, and seemed to want to rely on The meager heat will make the cold heart warmer.

In the darkest hour before dawn, someone in the distance uttered a secret signal, and Feng Zhiwei closed his eyes and waved his hand.

The crossbow machine withdrew, the knife net was removed, and the suddenly annihilated dragon gangs rushed away like a tide, leaving dozens of corpses.

Feng Zhiwei, who was on the top of the building, did not go downstairs. He looked at the alleys in all directions. After a long absence, Zong Chen asked, "Do you need to dispose of the corpses in those alleys?"

He was referring to those spies who eavesdropped on the beams and then were blocked in the alleys, and were killed by Feng Zhiwei who shot them with arrows.

Feng Zhiwei was silent for a long time and shook his head.

There was a slight bleak smile on her lips.

After about two hours, these bodies were placed in the royal estate somewhere in Baizhou.

Fifty or six corpses lined up in the open space, and the colors were drowned, and the fear and unwillingness before death were still on his face.

Looks like that in the eyes of others are more like a warning.

The people in the yard looked very ugly. Only one person looked as usual, slightly lowered his body, and carefully looked at the corpses, as if he was trying to figure out what they wanted to say before they died.

The cloak of his deep black tufted gold mandala flower hangs down to the ground, lining the elegant and elegant face with a bit of cold charm, the slightly slanting eyebrows, like the feathers, and the deep blue like the distant mountains.

After a while, he waved his hand, indicating that his body would converge. Someone wanted to come and ask what. He turned back silently. The people on all sides quickly walked clean.

He stood silent in the courtyard, the slender figure lightly plated in the weak sunlight of winter.

He looked at the direction of the Jianghuai capital.

Gently said: "Zhiwei, you clearly know that they are my people."

At the end of the 17th year of Changxi, Feng Zhiwei, who had just served as the envoy of the Jianghuai administration for the past year, once again set off a **** wave on the Jianghuai Road, entrenching Jianghuai’s largest underworld forces to destroy the dragon gang. The men finally met the first time in the history of Fengyun Jixia.

The news spread to the central government. It is said that the government used the government’s government to openly use lethal weapons to make **** crimes in front of the state’s stately government. Those who uphold the righteousness, wisdom, good faith, gentleness, and thrift all the time, let’s kill the people for good punishment. I quickly impeached the book and made a lot of noise, but this time there was no one who spoke-the court battle was tight. Your majesty has expressed the miss of Wei Zhi on several occasions, intentionally or unintentionally. If you don’t finish it, you will enter the cabinet and maybe even lead troops.

After all, they didn’t do anything, and they didn’t really kill. The siege of government officials was a serious crime, and there was nothing to say about killing dozens of people. Speaking of this, the expression was still a bit unnatural—I heard that the knife hadn’t been pulled out, and Wei Zhi ordered a volley. This should be investigated carefully, not self-defense, but slaughter.

Feng Zhiwei himself also asked for a guilty confession, sincerely speaking, saying that the underworld forces harmed the party, as a courtier, he was the master of the people, and his reputation was innocent, and the reputation was ruined by others. Instead, the old emperor comforted him and ordered Let Fengzhiwei handle all the follow-up matters.