Yang Xiu!
Although his current appearance was poles apart from his previous elegant white robes, Bai Feng still recognized him at a glance.
This person was none other than Yang Xiu!
However, Yang Xiu, who had always been a strategist and elegant gentleman, was now pleading with the guards. Bai Feng's expression became extremely solemn.
"Let him come over."
Bai Feng said indifferently.
Yang Xiu was now a dying man. Since he wanted to talk to him, it meant that he had something to say.
Bai Feng could still fulfill this request.
If he had any evil intentions, Bai Feng was not worried.
With Yang Xiu's weak body, even if he was bare-handed, Bai Feng could easily finish him off with a weapon in his hand.
When the guards heard this, they turned around and brought Yang Xiu to Bai Feng.
"Mr. Bai."
After seeing Bai Feng, Yang Xiu's expression was extremely strange.
It was hard to tell whether he was happy or not.
"What do you want? Just say it."
Bai Feng said coldly.
As for Yang Xiu, apart from thinking that he was really smart, Bai Feng did not have any good impression of him.
This was because Yang Xiu had completely offended Bai Feng.
Bai Feng did not need to be polite to someone who wanted to kill him.
Yang Xiu smiled bitterly and said,
"Mr. Bai, can you give me a bowl of wine?"
Hearing this request, Bai Feng was stunned at first.
He did not expect that Yang Xiu would risk his life to come to him just for a bowl of wine.
"Give it to him."
Bai Feng thought for a moment, then turned to Li Cunxiao and said.
Li Cunxiao received the order and poured a bowl of sake that Cao Chun had brought over and handed it to Yang Xiu.
Yang Xiu took the wine with trembling hands, pursed his dry lips, and muttered to Bai Feng,
"Mr. Bai, can you have a drink with me before I die?"
At this time, Yang Xiu had already completely removed any sharpness.
Compared to the fake apology she had given him at the recruitment fair, and the way she had looked at him.
Bai Feng could clearly see that Yang Xiu was in complete despair.
Other than death, there was no other outcome for Yang Xiu.
Bai Feng sighed in his heart and poured himself a bowl of wine.
Bai Feng didn't drink this bowl for Yang Xiu, but for his opponent.
Bai Feng had already admitted that Yang Xiu was indeed a good opponent.
Although it was just a flash in the pan.
Seeing this, Yang Xiu's face was filled with excitement. He immediately downed the wine in his bowl.
After watching Bai Feng drink the wine in his bowl, Yang Xiu knelt in front of Bai Feng. After taking a deep breath, he raised his head and looked straight at Bai Feng with bloodshot eyes.
"Mr Bai, Xiu still has a long-cherished wish. I hope that Mr Bai will grant it."
Seeing that Bai Feng was expressionless and had no intention of answering, Yang Xiu continued.
"Sir, please use the Green Blade at your waist to behead me."
"I want to die under the King's Sword."
Hearing Yang Xiu's words, Bai Feng's heart suddenly moved.
Yang Xiu was indeed a smart person!
Dying under the executioner's broadsword would inevitably be drowned in the long river of history.
Yang Xiu didn't accept his fate. He wanted to die under the King's Sword and leave his name in history!
Bai Feng sneered and unsheathed the Green Blade at his waist.
The cold sound of the blade colliding with the scabbard made people's hearts tremble.
There was a muffled sound.
Blood splattered on the spot.
Yang Xiu's body slowly fell to the ground.
His head was separated from his body.
Suddenly, the sky changed drastically.
For some reason, the originally clear sky began to be covered with dark clouds, followed by torrential rain.
Everything happened very suddenly.
It was as if the heavens had foreseen what would happen next.
Bai Feng heaved a long sigh and raised her hand.
"It's noon. Carry out the execution!"
Instantly, the prisoners who were about to be beheaded began to howl.
The overwhelming cries resounded through the sky.
The rain from the sky grew heavier and heavier, accompanied by the rumbling of thunder.
One by one, the executioners took out their broadswords and slashed at the heads of the first batch of prisoners to be beheaded.
Gradually, the water of the Wei River was dyed red with blood.
The originally lush grass on the riverbank had become a pool of blood.
The rain constantly washed away the blood on the ground, as if it was washing away Bai Feng's heart.
Bai Feng couldn't bear it.
He only felt a little emotional.
Since ancient times, when an emperor was angry, millions of corpses would fall.
Behind the throne, there were countless paths of blood.
No one could change this.
Li Shimin had started the rebellion at the Xuanwu Gate and tried his best to reduce the number of casualties and seize power.
Even so, Li Shimin had killed his own brother and forced his father to abdicate.
To be able to ascend to the throne, especially to establish a new dynasty at the end of the dynasty, whose hands were not stained with blood?
Bai Feng had never been compassionate.
It wasn't that Bai Feng was inhumane.
If he wasn't ruthless, then he might be the one to die.
Time quickly passed.
The cries of the people on the riverbank gradually lessened.
No one knew if it was because they couldn't make a sound, or because they were numb.
Their expressions were wooden. Even when the executioners pulled them to the execution ground and slowly dragged away the headless corpses, their expressions didn't change at all.
This was hell.
All these people would leave behind in the end was a pool of blood.
But this would quickly be washed away by the rain and river.
At this time, Xiahou Dun and the other generals didn't have the courage to watch.
Back then at Red Cliff, they had killed countless enemies and dyed the Yangtze River red with blood. These people didn't have any hesitation or reluctance.
That was on the battlefield!
A battlefield where blood flowed like rivers!
A battlefield like hell!
But compared to the cruel battlefield, the scene in front of them seemed even crueler.
Bai Feng closed his eyes slightly.
In front of him, there were only heads falling to the ground one after another, and puddles of blood spilled all over the grass.
Bai Feng only had one thought in his mind.
Live well in the coming days.
According to history, this was just the beginning of a chaotic world.
The countless battles that followed were accompanied by even more blood, even more heads falling, and even more lives being wiped out.
Even if the Three Kingdoms ended and the world was united as Jin, there would be even more bloody wars and scenes.
Bai Feng couldn't help but think of the Five Barbarians Rebellion in history.
How dark was it back then?
What was written in books and history was probably just the tip of the iceberg.
Reality was always crueler than what was written.
Books couldn't record all the darkness.
Since he had transmigrated, it wasn't to sigh and pity the current slaughter.
Instead, it was to avoid war after war, the fall of one dynasty after another, and the displacement of one family after another.
If he didn't kill these landowning households, there would definitely be a darker coup.
At that time, it wouldn't just be the Wei River being dyed red.
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