Anyway, if you leave Lingjing Supervisor, you will have to leave the city. If you take a detour through the Ximen gate, you will not have much trouble. The salt merchants complained in the Salt Supervisor's Office, and finally had to leave helplessly.

Go out to the right and cross half of Yancheng, which is the west gate. The cross street in the city can lead from the east gate to the west gate. When the salt merchants leave the west gate, they have to sway through the city from the street.

Unexpectedly, when I walked on the street, I saw people all over the city running towards the West Gate, endlessly, helping the elderly and young, with excited expressions and joyful expressions, as if something extraordinary happened there.

The supervisor Wu Zhaozu sent the salt merchants out, and saw this, he was surprised. When he asked the servants in the yamen, he didn't understand why, and said that the government in the Ximen District did not do anything and did not know what these ordinary people ran toward them.

Curious, a salt merchant stopped a happy ordinary person with an excited expression as if he was going to marry a wife, and asked him what he was running to do in a hurry.

The man was stopped for no reason and stopped his interest. He was about to get angry, but he saw a group of noble people dressed in gorgeous clothes. Even the salt prison in the city was among them. He quickly changed into a smile and said, "Don't you know? The Rongzhou Troupe Training Envoy Changsun has sent someone to beat drums and drums in the city and posted a notice, saying that there were Mongolians at the west gate to be piled with heads of the Jingguan Jingguan for one day, so let's all go and see it. Officials, only Mongolians killed Song people and piled with Jingguan, and had never seen the Song people and piled with Mongolian Jingguan. It is rare to see it. How can you not go? Officials also go and see it, it will be gone tomorrow!"

After saying this in one breath, the man bowed and claimed his guilt. He was filled with wind and followed the crowds of people on the street toward the west gate?

The salt merchants looked at each other, Jingguan?

The Mongols’ Jingguan?

What are you using to pile up? It’s really the head of the Mongolians?

The yamen became silent, and a group of people looked at the crowd who were smiling happily from the street as if they were going to watch a big show, unbelievable.

After a while of silence, someone suddenly said unconfidently: "Kill good and take credit!"

The words woke up the dreamer, and the salt merchants immediately recalled that Xichuan was defeated and several of the commanders died. The small Rongzhou Tengshang Tengshi could use the Mongols' heads to make money. What was it not to use the heads of good people to make contributions?

The throbbing heart stabilized again.

The salt merchants became active, and someone immediately said angrily: "Kill Liang and take the credit and sue the court. You must kill his head!"

"Yes, yes, why do you only dare to pile up for one day? You are just afraid that others will expose him!"

"It's a very evil crime!"

"Let's go, let's go and see. If one person sees it, one more witness will be added. In the future, the court will pursue it and make him unable to bear it!"

Everyone shouted, and the haze accumulated above their heads due to Changsun Hong's domineering actions disappeared, and there was another sunny sky.

The surging sense of justice and erect responsibility were thrilled in the chest of every salt merchant. They spoke righteously and were upright. Because the abortion was blocked, they no longer rode their horses and sat in the sedan chairs. They walked as carriages, rolled their robes and legs, and ran towards the West Gate.

The supervisor Wu Zhaozu was also mixed in. He smiled secretly on his face and was ecstatic, and hummed in his nose. As long as he killed the savage Rongzhou Troupe, he would not talk about salt and profit, he could at least breathe a sigh of relief.

This guy, the thief, dares not take me seriously and kill you, a son!

Because Lingjingjian was not massacred by the Mongols, more than 20,000 residents in the city were preserved. In addition, tens of thousands of pavilions nearby, the population in Yancheng was small at 100,000. About half of the people were walking towards the west gate on that day. The news spread to ten thousand people. The mentality of watching the fun made everyone who could leave the matter at hand.

Outside the west gate of Lingjingjian is an open area.

Originally, it was like other cities, with a shed house built near the city wall, with shops and residents. During the peaceful season, it was bustling here, no different from the city.

The Mongolians came over and burned the house, so the land here became white, with an empty area of ​​more than ten acres.

Unlike the noise in the city where people shouted and called friends to come, it was quiet here, and no one spoke loudly, and there were only whispers.

The black heads were crowded outside the city gate, surrounded by a large area, leaving only a round open space in the middle of the crowd.

A circle of horses surrounded the land. A hundred Shimen soldiers held hooks, sickles and spears to maintain order. People stood outside the circle consciously, showing fear and a hint of excitement, stretched their necks and looked at the piles inside.

A bloody head of Jingguan was piled up in the center of the open space, and the smell of rotten smell and blood could be smelled far away. The head of the head was angry, and most of them stared at each other, grinning even though they knew it was a dead person, they still made many people in the Song Dynasty look at him.

So all those who came here with excitement and joy seemed to be birds with their wings cut off, and they fell silent, quietly looking at the heads of those who had brought death and terror, clenched their fists, and angry fires emerged from their eyes.

The salt merchants stumbled, and Wu Zhaozu followed behind.

When I looked up, I gasped. The pile of Jingguan had at least nearly a thousand heads.

The salt merchants squeezed in front, rubbed their eyes and then, and looked around.

Then he lowered his head and vomited.

The barbarians looked at them with expressionless faces, without any turmoil in their hearts.

Wu Zhaozu discussed with several big salt merchants, squeezed to the barbarians, expressed his identity, and expressed his desire to get closer to watch.

The barbarians were very reasonable and easily let a few people in. Because Changsun Hong had an order, if there were people from the government office to see them, let them watch them as much as possible and do not stop them.

Covering his mouth and nose with his sleeves and stinking the stench that was almost smoky, Wu Zhaozu and several bold salt merchants gritted their teeth and approached them, and looked carefully from a distance of almost a slap.

If they want to verify their true nature, as long as they see clearly that these disgusting things are not the heads of the Mongolians, they will turn around and sue the General Office, the Xuanfu Envoy, the Privy Council and the Censorate.

But the facts disappointed them. Wu Zhaozu and others became more and more frightened as they looked at them. The more they looked at them, the more frightened they became. The heads next to each other were all full of broad foreheads and shaved hair and braids, and no one could find with the characteristics of a Han man.

A real Mongolian.

He didn't even have the head of the Semino, he was all authentic Mongolians!

When they retreated a little further, the few people took off their sleeves, their faces were pale, and their voices were filled with tremolo.

"This Changsun Hong is really capable."

"It seems that he is so domineering, but he is confident!"

"So many Tartars have not cut down so many in Xiangyang. Why is he still a Rongzhou regiment training envoy?"

"It must have been given to him by Wang Kui, the deputy commander of the command. I heard that Wang Kui was promoted several levels because of his contribution to fighting Mongolia."

"It must be like this. So Changsun Hong is so chaotic, is Wang Kui's instructions?"

"Wang Kui of Xichuan has the final say, and Peng Daya has to stand aside. In this way, Yan Li can only do what he said?"

The few people were anxious and anxious. After a while, they found that they could not do anything.

"It's useless to stay here. It seems that this person's head is real. You can't beat him up." Wu Zhaozu gritted his teeth and said, "You guys go back first, go their own way to see if you can find someone to suppress him. The Song Dynasty uses civil service to control martial arts, and there will always be someone who can control him."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!