Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Harleh’s summer is sunny, and Samarkand, this once jewel, is now ruined everywhere by the war.

A team of cavalry slowly walked down the street, and the people on horseback sighed: "I still remember how prosperous it was back then. Merchants from all quarters exchanged goods here and then sent them to various parties."

"Now...fortunately, the caravan is still back."

Ye Si Ya saw the caravan, those businessmen were squatting on the edge of an abandoned building to trade, still looking cunning.

Several businessmen looked warily and thoughtfully, then all turned their backs, their voices lowered again.

During the Harleh Civil War, Samarkand changed hands several times, and finally was taken to the hands of Meiergan. In order to raise money and food, even if he did not dare to ensure how long he could keep it, he still couldn't wait to promise safety and called the caravan again.

If there are caravans, there will be taxes, and if there are materials, the power of Zhuergan has slowly expanded in this way.

All the way to the outside of a well-preserved palace, after a body search, Siya was taken in.

The walls are ruined outside, and the palace is still luxurious.

When I saw that Zhuergan, he said politely: "Brother, I have heard of your reputation from Ming people, and the name of King Harleh once again aroused fear among Ming people."

The man sitting above snorted coldly and said, "Ye Si Ya, you became a prisoner of Ming Ren. At that time, the father wanted to rescue you, but you came back by yourself. Tell me, Ming Ren wanted you to do it. what?"

The guards standing on the side held the handle of the knife, glaring and thinking about their teeth.

This is an elite division that came out of chaos, their number is not as large as that of the old king, but their combat effectiveness...

Ye Siya didn't panic. He said, "Brother, Mingren is not a threat."

Meier stared at him dryly, and asked, "You have been a lobbyist for Mingren?!"

Siya smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, Mingren doesn't need me to be a lobbyist."

"Do they want to attack Harley?"

Having just captured Samarkand, Meiergan was a little worried that the Ming people would take the opportunity to expedition, and he would not be able to stand still at that time, afraid that he could only give up this important land.

Ye Siya said, "Brother, I came from the other elder brothers. I told them that Da Ming has no ambitions for Halle. We should live in peace."

There was a sneer from above, and Meier said with disdain: "You were stunned by the Ming people. After that war, there will be no peace between the two countries. If it is not far away, Ming people The army has come long ago."

Ye Siya argued: "Brother, Mingren's eyes are on the sea now. They are arguing about whether to continue going to sea, and they said they will go far away. As for the grassland, they built it for a few years before Xinghe City was built. It is built, and the immigrants still pretend to be dissatisfied with that city. What did they do when they attacked Halle? Will they build another city? Where do people come from?"

"Is Ming Ren very rich?"

Meiergan asked an irrelevant question, and Siya subconsciously replied: "Very rich."

Mei'er nodded dryly, her face became more kind, and said, "What are those people thinking? I guess they must have driven you out. If it weren't for your bullying in the past, they wouldn't be able to give it to you. "

He also thought about it sternly: "Yes, brother, they were still fighting over there. There was some movement between the two sheep and the charming meat, so they stopped and are watching."

"They are afraid, afraid that the fleshy charm will expand eastward."

Meier said contemptuously: "The Ming people built a city in the east, and the two sheep and the Harlie in the west are also very strong. Harley can only unite to resist the wolves and tigers. I am going to send someone to tell them, or Join forces together, or I will launch an offensive, unite Halle under one banner, and fight for the glory of the past!"

Ye Siya still wanted to persuade me a few words, but Meiergan shook his head and said: "You go to rest first, have dinner with me later, and tell me the situation of Mingren."

Ye Siya was disappointed. He was led out. The only good news was that he could sleep peacefully without worrying about the robbers and horse bandits.

Harleh’s chaos has led to an increase in thieves, and big forces and cities are the best refuge.

So Samarkand settled in many people, these people rely on doing work for Zhuer to get a meager income, to maintain the life of the family.

Pedestrians on the street were in ragged clothes and hurried in their footsteps.

Ye Siya was a guest anyway, and those pedestrians stayed far away after being warned.

"catch him!"

After a loud shout, the two guards hid on the side with Ye Siya.

After a tumult and dodging ahead, a man in tattered clothes rushed over, closely following more than a dozen sergeants.

Ye Si Ya looked at the man who was running away in embarrassment, feeling a little bit in his heart.

This is Mingren!

There is a familiar breath on that face, which is the breath that the people who guard him often exude.

This person was running, and when he ran to a place parallel to Ye Siya, a man who didn't know where it was rushed out and struggling to beat him with a wooden stick in his hand.

Ye Siya saw the man stretched out his hand to block, he even saw the arm hanging from the bone broken by the wooden stick, and then the wooden stick smashed again...

The man fell to the ground, and the dozen or so sergeants rushed to control him.

The man who took the shot leaned over with a smile, and a sergeant slapped him to the ground with a slap.

"This is Ming Ren's spy!"

The two sergeants tied the man back and dragged it up, and the broken arm was bent into a strange shape, and the howling was extremely harsh. The sergeant said triumphantly: "They are collecting information here and assassinating our people. According to His Highness's instructions, he will be executed immediately!"

It is a hobby of human beings to watch the execution of the same kind. When it was learned that the person to be executed was still his enemy, the atmosphere was almost more lively than going to the market.

Not far from the palace, there is an open field.

What Samarkand lacked most at this time was labor. Following the orders from the palace, a wooden table was quickly erected from the ground.

Mingren was **** and knelt on the platform. There were several sergeants standing beside him. One of them waved his whip and said, "Whipping!"

Snapped!

The Harem’s skills in playing horsewhips are probably top-notch in the world. After a beautiful whip, the screams are endless.

Ye Siya was also watching below, and he shook his head and said, "Tell brother, don't irritate Mingren."

The guard who accompanied him said dissatisfied: "This is Samarkand, and Ming people can't set foot here when they are most proud."

The Mingren on the stage was grabbed by his hair from the front, and his whole body could only be lashed tightly. Amid the screams, Siya saw that the painful face was more cruel.

This is a dead man!

Si Ya also thought of Daming's two most elite special yamen.

Jinyiwei and East Factory!

Is it Jin Yiwei's person?

"Tell me your origin and identity!"

The whipping on the stage stopped for a moment, and an interpreter was asking the Ming man.

Na Mingren's hair was pulled, so his head could turn very little. He panted, tried to look up at the surroundings, and gradually laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The translator waved his hand, and the whip fell on his back again.

"what……"

After screaming ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mingren took advantage of the gap and shouted: "Don't worry about me! Don't worry about me!"

The look of despair made people tremble. Someone had bowed their heads and dared not look at that face.

The interpreter stopped the whipping again, then squatted on Mingren's side and said, "Name your accomplices, and we will let you enjoy the wine and...beauties."

Mingren gasped for breath, he looked at the crowd greedily, tears suddenly fell from the corner of his eyes, and he roared: "Leave me alone! I won't say, I won't say anything!"

The whipping could not make him unbearable, but the sharp pain from the broken arm almost drowned his mind.

He howled sharply and shouted: "I can survive!"

The translator stood up and said coldly: "You are seeking your own death."

"Remember to tell them, I didn't say, I didn't say..."

The interpreter discussed with the executioner, and then announced to the following: "He will be put in a cloth bag and trampled to death."