Chapter 376

Willow and Doorboard, who were also promoted to the Great Wind Army, were of course members of He Lingchuan's foundation. Hu Min's squad had reduced personnel in the last mission, and the squad leader was transferred to other duties, so he simply came to join He Lingchuan—and dragged A-Luo along.

The combat establishment of the Great Wind Army was relatively flexible; a squad was five to ten people, decided by the squad leader, and people could be added temporarily.

So the personnel of this group was temporarily stabilized like this; there were actually only three new recruits, and all of them had to perform missions today.

Soon He Lingchuan gathered with Willow and Doorboard and was ordered to go to the prison.

Panlongcheng had three large prisons, and the one with the highest level and most strictness was located in the north of the city, not far from the North Gate, named "Hukou." The Hukou Prison they went to today had very strict access control; not only did they have to show the Sheji Order, but they also had to verify the relevant documents.

The secret order He Lingchuan handed over had only two sentences on it:

"Prisoner No. 27, execute Resolution No. 1."

The signature was Commander Vice Prefect Zhao Xianhe, with a seal attached.

Honestly, He Lingchuan was also startled when he saw the signatory of the secret order.

Zhao Xianhe; some time ago, the skinny guy gossiped that this Commander Vice Prefect adult hadn't appeared for a long time, and even the routine inspection of the Reading Hall was replaced by Wen Daolun; it was feared that he was involved in some major event.

Unexpectedly, the first mission he received after being promoted was issued by this Commander Vice Prefect.

That meant Zhao Xianhe was fine? The guard read every word on the secret order carefully and then said: "Wait outside the door."

He Lingchuan and the three waited outside the door for more than a quarter of an hour before three carriages drove out of the prison; each carriage looked exactly the same, and the two-horse wooden box carriage had no markings, the gray canopy blocked it tightly, and outsiders couldn't see inside the carriage.

Actually, it was just like the carriages running all over the street, very plain, and you might not remember its appearance even if you looked at it several times.

Then another carriage came out, and the prison guard said to He Lingchuan: "It's your turn, get on."

He Lingchuan and Doorboard tied their horses to the back of the carriage, then jumped onto the front seat, Willow lifted the curtain and drilled into the carriage, and the carriage started slowly.

They left Panlongcheng from the North Gate and were ordered to rush to the God-Descending Platform on the Northwest Highland.

The God-Descending Day had passed, and the God-Descending Platform had become desolate again. If it were in Panlongcheng, perhaps people would go to pay tribute from time to time, but tens of li north of the city, the only things stationed here were mountain winds and dense forests.

For the living, livelihood is always the most important.

The three-person squad was quiet and didn't talk throughout the journey, which was also the requirement of the higher-ups, so He Lingchuan didn't know what was in the carriage. As long as Willow didn't make a sound, the carriage was safe.

He could only occasionally hear clanking sounds from the carriage, as if metal was touching.

Arriving at the God-Descending Platform, the wind force gradually increased.

This place was extremely empty; if anyone approached, they could see it at a glance.

Doorboard lifted the cloth curtain from behind, and Willow led a person and jumped off the carriage.

This person had shackles on both hands and feet, his steps were extremely heavy, and the sound was very loud.

The metallic sound He Lingchuan heard probably came from this.

There were dark red runes flowing on the shackles, and it would be very difficult to open them without the correct method.

This person also wore a black hood; he didn't see people, and people didn't see him.

He Lingchuan then took out the second secret order.

This was a green jade small bamboo tube sealed with fire lacquer; He Lingchuan now already knew that this was the exclusive packaging for chewing tobacco in the Beijia Nation.

He truly didn't understand the humor of the Panlongcheng high-level. But the container for the secret order indeed didn't need to be conspicuous.

He tore open the fire lacquer and poured out a note and a small scroll from inside.

The three people's six eyes gathered together to look; there were only eight simple red characters on the note: Kneel at the God-Descending Pillar, execute on the spot! The first mission of the three of them after being promoted was actually to secretly execute a prisoner? This was no joke, because there was Zhao Xianhe's signature and seal at the end of the note again.

The other scroll was a portrait, used to compare the prisoner's appearance to avoid mistakes.

He Lingchuan looked up at the God-Descending Pillar.

It pointed straight to the high sky, still as spotless as before.

Doorboard had great strength, framed the person and the shackles together in front of the God-Descending Pillar, and then kicked him in the knee bend.

With a 'thump' sound, the prisoner knelt down facing the pillar.

Doorboard looked at He Lingchuan: "Broken Blade?"

He Lingchuan nodded, and Doorboard ripped open the prisoner's black hood.

This was a man of twenty-four or twenty-five, with stubble on his face, eyes full of bloodshot, and although his clothes were quite dirty, the material was very good, a rare and expensive good that the commoners of Panlongcheng couldn't wear.

Willow compared the portrait and the prisoner, verified it was correct, and said: "Give him a quick end."

Hearing this, the prisoner shook his head frantically, and made 'wuwu' sounds, as if he was exhausted.

With a 'pfft' sound, the hemp core in his mouth fell out.

"You beheaded the wrong person!" This person shouted, "I am Zhao Rong, my father is Commander Vice Prefect Zhao Xianhe!"

The three were all startled.

This prisoner was actually Zhao Xianhe's son?

"This is a huge misunderstanding! The Hukou Prison got it wrong!" Zhao Rong seized the limited time and outputted quickly, "Don't kill me, go and pass a word to Zhao my lord first, he can clarify this misunderstanding. It will only take you half a day, I guarantee you one golden house each later!"

In Panlongcheng, luxury houses were divided into four grades: "Jade-Jade-Red-Gold," and the primary luxury house was the Golden House, which was also the only type of house that could be freely traded in the city.

Its price could be imagined.

Willow put the secret order in front of him: "No need to pass a word, this is Zhao my lord's hand order."

Zhao Rong looked, his eyeballs almost bulged out, and his body couldn't help but tremble: "No, impossible, impossible!"

Willow showed the portrait to him again: "If this isn't you, could it be your twin brother?"

It shouldn't be said, the portrait and Zhao Rong himself were quite similar, firmly grasping the charm, making people recognize it at a glance.

He Lingchuan grabbed his neck, making him bow his head to the God-Descending Pillar: "Time is running out, repent properly."

What did the secret order mean by asking the prisoner to kneel at the pillar? Of course, it was to ask him to repent. Otherwise, if he was just beheaded at a random place, why send him to the God-Descending Platform? His technique was particular; the large tendon behind the neck was pressed, and the prisoner was completely numb, only his mouth could move.

"My father will never want me to die!" He suddenly collapsed and screamed frantically, "Someone wants to harm me, someone wants to harm Zhao my lord! Believe me, don't kill me......"

He still wanted to try hard, but actually knew in his heart that his time was up, struggling left and right, just refusing to kneel properly.

Willow suddenly said: "He peed."

The two looked, and the prisoner's pants were indeed wet.

The three were a bit speechless; Zhao my lord's son was actually this cowardly? Zhao Rong screamed again: "All the weapons and armor in the city are supplied by my father, the recipe for the White Binn Spear was obtained by me from Fuhe Fort! The father's debt is paid by the son, the father's merit is enjoyed by the son; we have worked hard, what's wrong with enjoying some blessings! How much have my father and son done for Panlongcheng, otherwise where would the good days of everyone in the city come from!" He spat, actually wanting to bite He Lingchuan's hand, "You petty people, petty people who don't know how to be grateful, I curse you to die!"

The fear of death completely drowned him, and the words in his stomach poured out.

"Worked hard?" He Lingchuan suddenly grabbed his neck and pushed his face to the pillar, "This is what's called worked hard!"

"Is the merit yours? Isn't it fought by the forty thousand martyrs sleeping in the wilderness?"

"What's so great about your father and son? Just because you lived to the end, you dare to take all the credit on yourself?"

He Lingchuan hit the pillar with his head every time he said a sentence.

Every sentence was not urgent, but the force of hitting the pillar was greater every time.

Zhao Rong was hit until his face was covered in blood, screaming repeatedly.

Willow and Doorboard looked at each other, both feeling their blood boiling and their eyes hot, and also shocked by the ruthlessness and anger contained in this.

Broken Blade had never been this angry.

"We..." Willow still wanted to ask, but He Lingchuan drew his knife and stabbed Zhao Rong's heart from his back.

The Floating Life Blade was too sharp; Zhao Rong was incoherent halfway through when he found a bright knife tip protruding from his chest, and was stunned.

He Lingchuan held the knife and twisted it to the left, Zhao Rong wanted to say something, but choked on blood.

Doorboard counted two seconds, and the prisoner lost his breath.

He Lingchuan pulled out the long knife and said lightly: "Anyway, he wouldn't repent properly." Better not waste time.

He wiped the bloodstains on the prisoner's back and returned the knife to its sheath.

Doorboard shrugged: "You even left him a whole corpse."

"We don't have any personal grudges." One knife to kill, that was his greatest mercy.

The execution was completed, without twists and turns, and the three moved the corpse back to the carriage. He Lingchuan reminded the two: "This matter is strictly confidential and can only rot in the belly."

Doorboard and Willow both said: "We know."

The squad then drove the carriage and went down the mountain slowly.

Someone was already waiting at the foot of the mountain; the leader was over fifty, with gray hair, and his neck was stretched very long.

He Lingchuan's squad unhitched their mounts, handed the carriage to them, and left first.

These should be Zhao family people, because they hadn't walked a few feet before they heard the crying coming from behind.

Willow let out a light breath.

However, the old man with gray hair soon rode up and stopped them to question: "Why is our young master covered in blood, with injuries on his forehead! Did you..."

Zhao Rong's forehead was so swollen from hitting, it couldn't be hidden.

He Lingchuan said lightly: "Young Master Zhao knelt in front of the God-Descending Pillar and hit the pillar with his head, crying bitterly. I think he repented very deeply."

The old man was furious: "You, you dare to use corporal punishment!"

"We strictly followed Zhao my lord's order, without any negligence," He Lingchuan unfolded Zhao Xianhe's note in front of him, his tone stern, "If you have any objections, go to General Red to appeal."

Mission completed.

On the way back, wild flowers bloomed all over the hillside.

Bees flew and butterflies circled, the breeze blew, what a clear and peaceful world. In the nearby small village, children played in the fields, their faces innocent and naive.

He Lingchuan looked at the colorful flowers in a daze.

For many years, someone had been stealing gold in the Chifeng mine, and Village Chief Hu chose to conceal it;

The person in charge of mountains, rivers, and mineral deposits in Panlongcheng was Commander Vice Prefect Zhao Xianhe; some time ago, Zhao Xianhe seemed to have disappeared; today, Zhao my lord suddenly issued a secret order, sending his son to the God-Descending Pillar to be executed on the spot.

Zhao Rong's death didn't even go through a public trial and conviction, and they secretly executed him.

(End of chapter)