Data Wasteland

"Let me out, you dogs!"

"Ingredient, all beasts!"

"Wait for Xiao Wang to go out, let you all live better than die!"

In the narrow and cramped underground cell, Wei Qinghai, the former three silver claw prince, slapped the iron door hysterically. The iron door was tightly closed, and in the corridor outside, you could only hear the little flies screaming, as if a corner abandoned by the world.

Compared with the darkness and coldness of the underground cell, the silver castle hall above is full of enthusiasm.

"Come and come, I made this 300-year-old brandy." "What brandy, I think it's 300-year-old horse urine." "Hahaha!"

"You soldiers are really ignorant. This is brandy. A large basket of white grapes can only produce half a bottle of things. Brandy over 70 years old will cost two hundred gold coins, not to mention these three hundred years old, at least A bottle of three thousand gold." "Wow, it's true, are we drinking gold?"

"That's just enough!" "But I don't think it tastes as good as two cups of rum." "What do you know!"

"Let me say that the two hundred and seventy years of Tenglong Baijiu is a bit interesting. The taste is mellow and fragrant." "Pull it down, you soldier knows what fragrant and fragrant is. I bet you will give you alcohol. There is no difference."

The officers of the expeditionary army ate meat, drank, laughed at each other, and were full of joy.

"Don't make any noise, Baiji Bear's paw is here, I heard that this thing is a big tonic, and any hidden injuries can be cured!" "So awesome? Give me one too, it happened to be punched through the lungs the day before yesterday. , I still have a little pain now, so I need to make up for it."

"Take it, you eat first!" "Oh, I'm so embarrassed." "Take it and eat, there will be more later!" "Then I'm welcome."

The officers exchanged cups and lights, noisy and joyous, and their laughter could be heard throughout the Silver Fort. But after three rounds of wine, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

The cause was that an officer suddenly fell on the table and started crying.

The cry of grief is sad. The laughter disappeared, and the atmosphere of grief permeated like a plague, and many officers also began to cry.

Some clenched their fists and held back their tears, some thumped their chests and feet, crying so sad, and some even cried with meat in their mouths.

Today's victory was exchanged for the blood and lives of countless companions.

The expeditionary army’s battle damage reached 50%, and 100,000 paved the way to victory with flesh and blood.

"Brother, take a look, this is the palace we laid down!" "Good wine, good meat, come and taste it!"

Looking at the miserable officers, Chen Xing slowly stood up and threw the wine bottle hard.

"Pong Cang!"

The broken wine bottle made a crisp sound, and the audience immediately calmed down, and all eyes looked at the throne's high platform.

Chen Xing picked up a bottle of wine, "In order to kill the robe on the battlefield!"

The officers then picked up the wine beside them, "In order to kill the robe on the battlefield!"

Everyone turned the bottle upside down, and the syrup poured out. The rich aroma of wine rose to the sky, and the famous wine worth thousands of gold coins poured on the ground.

But no one felt it was a pity. On the contrary, they felt that this was not enough. If they could, they even wanted to burn the palace in front of them to pay homage to the dead brothers.

"Divide all the food and drink, and take them back to treat your brothers." Chen Xing ordered. It is not just their senior officers who need to celebrate their feast, but also their **** brothers.

However, the celebration banquet needs to be held in batches, otherwise the enemy will take advantage of the drunken army.

"Thank you for your reward!"

"The brothers on my behalf, thank you sir!"

The officers packed drinks and food and left one after another.

Not long after

, The hall became empty.

The messy dining table was moved away by the servants, restoring the original empty and silence. The hustle and bustle just now was like a dream, and when the dream woke up, everything went back to the original point.

Chen Xing was sitting on the steps of the high platform. In addition to the maid behind him, there was also the little Trollope, the palace butler, who stood down on the steps. There was no one in the hall of Nuo Da.

He took a sip of wine and let out a breath of heat. Unexpectedly, at the beginning, he felt the cold from the heights.

The higher the status, the lonely a person.

He sat quietly, thinking.

Unknowingly, a ray of morning light shone from a small window on the height, on the silver paw in the middle of the hall.

The whole night passed.

He thought about a lot of things, some were about the present, some were about the future, some were about himself, and some were about others.

In front of his eyes, it seemed as if a door to a new world had been opened, and a large tract of undeveloped land was waiting for its owner.

More opportunities, more choices, and more temptations. The things that I dreamed of before are now at my fingertips, and things that I didn't even dare to think about before, now seem not so far away.

This is the feeling of transcendence.

Standing at a higher place, I saw how small and insignificant I was once myself.

A sense of pride spontaneously arises. Those past hardships and blood and tears, all the hard work and efforts, have become the climber's medal.

I came here one step at a time!

No one knows, what have I experienced?

I am proud of myself!

At nine o'clock in the morning, Wu Hai and Zhu Zexi came to the Baiyinbao hall with a group of family members who had taken refuge in advance.

Seeing the empty throne on the high platform and Chen Xing sitting on the steps, the eyes of the Patriarchs flashed with admiration.

To achieve such a huge victory, but not because of arrogance, extravagance, arrogance, and arrogance, still maintained a calm and indifferent, and did not change the original intention.

This alone is no longer what ordinary people can do.

The throne was close at hand, but he didn't try to sit down.

Only those with lofty ambitions have this kind of concentration and will not be dazzled by the vanity in front of them.

When they first started, they were still a little worried, worried that this Master Chen would be overwhelmed and would do some lewd and self-destructive things.

It now appears that their concerns are superfluous, and this Master Chen is no ordinary person at all.

Until then, they were truly convinced.

Good birds choose wood for habitation, and virtuous officials choose their masters. Such people are worthy of their follow!

"Silver Eagle leads the Wu family, Patriarch Viscount Wu Hai, please greet the adults!"

"The silver eagle leads the Zhu family, the owner of the family, Viscount Zhu Zexi, please greet the adults!"

"Silver Eagle leads the Li family, the owner of the house, Viscount Li Rui, please greet the adults!"

"The silver eagle leads the Haonong family, and the owner of the house, Viscount Edward, please greet the adults!"

"The silver eagle leads the Wilcotes family, the owner of the house, Viscount Fred, please greet your lord!"

"Silver Eagle leads the Wei Clan, Patriarch Baron Wei Size, please greet the adults!"

...

The Patriarchs were divided into two columns, one on the left and the other on the right, with Wu Hai and Zhu Zexi standing in the front. They were the first to take refuge in Chen Xing, and their status was naturally the highest.

Chen Xing nodded slightly, and replied one by one. His face was calm, not anger or prestige.

After everyone finished greetings, Wu Hai took a step forward and reported, "My lord, the gallows has been built and can be used at any time."

"Notify all the nobles and senior officials in the city to go to the Wangcheng Square to watch

Execution. "Chen Xing ordered.

"Yes!"

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Wangcheng Square was crowded with people.

In addition to some nobles and senior officials who were forced to attend, there were also a large number of Silver Claw citizens.

The former three silver claw princes were taken to the gallows. At this moment, he no longer had the usual arrogance, his eyes were dodged, and frightened like a rat.

Chen Xing stood on the balcony of Wangcheng, watching the execution scene.

In addition to revenge for the little maid who had not had time to meet, he also wanted to show his determination to the nobles who stood on the wrong team.

Killing chickens and monkeys, in order to curb your example.

"Trash!" "Scum!" "Murder!" "Murder!" "Damn bug!" "Deserve it!"

The angry people squeezed into the audience, pointed at their former prince, cursing, and were very emotional. Rotten tomatoes, rotten eggs, smashed at each other.

It is not difficult to see from the reactions of the people that Wei Qinghai is unpopular. Even the people of this country want him to die, and they must do a lot of evil on weekdays. The people dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, and it broke out completely today.

The executioner wearing a black hood put a rope on Wei Qinghai. Wei Qinghai finally realized that his sinful life was about to end, and began to cry in a low voice.

However, like those who died tragically in his hands, their tears did not return any sympathy.

Getting ready, the executioner bowed and saluted Chen Xing on the balcony of Wangcheng.

Chen Xing made a "cut" action.

The executioner squeezed the live machine hard, and with a creak, the planks under Wei Qinghai's feet were separated, and the whole person fell, and then with a click, his neck broke under gravity and his body was hung in the air.

Wei Qinghai's eyes bulged out, his tongue stretched out, and his feces and urine were left along his thighs, smelling odorous.

The third silverclaw prince was hanged in public like this.

Electric lights flickered on the balcony, and Chen Xing teleported several times and appeared on the gallows. His face was calm and he looked around the audience.

The surroundings were suddenly silent, so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

There are many people below who come from a family of family members who stand in the wrong team, and they are afraid and hate the arrow of the broken army.

Ordinary people take a wait-and-see attitude. They only care about whether the new ruler can manage the country well, restore the economic downturn caused by the war, and increase the employment rate, so that they can earn money, have a salary, and live on. .

"My request is very simple..." Chen Xing spread out his hands and looked open and frank. "All the family members who used to be hostile to me, as long as they take out half of the family property, they can get my friendship."

"Otherwise, I will get it myself."

"But, at that time, it's not half, but..."

"All!"

All of a sudden, the family members were in an uproar.

"I'm silly, are you crazy for money!"

A child of an aristocratic family couldn't help but swear.

"Noisy!"

The son of the family suddenly felt a lightness in the back of his neck, and then flew up into the sky, yelling, and fell onto the high platform.

"Send him to accompany His Royal Highness the third prince."

Chen Xing said lightly. The two executioners immediately rushed over, holding the clamoring family boy from left to right, and dragging them to the gallows.

"Let go of my son!"

A man in luxurious clothes yelled and tried to rush to the high platform. The sky suddenly went dark, the iron chains rustled, and a giant axe fell from the sky and slammed heavily on the ground.

"Boom!"

The axe blade plunged deeply into the ground, only half a meter away from the man's feet, and the heavy axe exuded a cold killing intent.