This is proof of merit.

With the head in hand, Liu Yu turned around and carried it outside the tower.

"The Ding Ling people below the city looked up!"

"have a look!"

"Who is this!"

Zhai Liao did not die from beheading, but his head was now tightly held in Liu Yu's hands.

The hair on the top of his head was stained with mud and mixed with blood, and a few strands came out from between Liu Yu's fingers. As for the appearance of his death, in order to make the scene more beautiful, let's leave him some dignity.

There is no benefit in describing it too clearly.

The head that Liu Yu grabbed tightly in the cold wind originally belonged to Zhai Liao, and his face was the most familiar to the Ding Ling people under the city.

When they saw that familiar face, they were shocked.

General!

The general was killed!

He is from Jin!

It was the Jin people who did it!

Under Yongzhou City, all the noisy sounds just now disappeared, as if they had been discussed, and it seemed that all the soldiers were under some unknown magic.

They all raised their heads and stared blankly at Zhai Liao's head, which was shaking slightly on the high tower.

Among the people in Ding Ling, there was almost no one who didn't recognize Zhai Liao's appearance.

In recent years, due to the leadership of Zhai Liao and his son, Ding Ling's life has become much easier, and his strength has greatly increased as he moved around.

The tribe's respect for Zhai and his son has reached a very high level.

However, now, they were suddenly told that the leader they had long admired, General Zhai Liaozhai, was actually killed by the Jin army!

Still in such a humiliating way.

The head was cut off and was now being carried by the cunning Jin army general and placed on the city tower for public display!

Of course people cannot face such changes, it is too sudden and too cruel.

However, faced with such a situation, what can ordinary Ding Ling soldiers do?

The Jin general Wang Mi, who was watching the battle in a distant military tent, only learned the good news of Zhai Liao's murder after a while.

"Zhai Liao was killed?"

"Another one died?"

Wang Mi actually showed a look of regret on his face. According to his plan, Zhai Liao and Zhai Zhao and his son should also be left alive.

The prisoners must also be exposed to rain and dew, so that the bravery and invincibility of the Beifu soldiers can be demonstrated.

At this point, Wang Mi truly felt that on the battlefield, as a human being, as the main body of the battle, it is always easier to die than to survive.

As long as you step onto the battlefield, you will face countless swords and guns, countless artillery and muskets.

Many times, for many soldiers, serving in the army may mean entering the battlefield in a daze, and losing their lives in a daze.

Who actually harmed him?

Who was responsible for the murder?

It is simply not clear and impossible to know.

Unexpectedly, even with Zhai Liao's status, if he failed on the battlefield, he could end up in such a pitiful situation without dignity.

However, can there be one left for him?

Where is Zhai Zhao?

Zhai Liao is dead, Zhai Zhao can make do with it!

It's a pity that Zhai Zhao is currently trapped in the South Gate, performing for He Mai. By the time Wang Mi's order is conveyed in place, he will probably be dead long ago.

Pulling his gaze back, under the gaze of everyone, Liu Yu's determined eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything.

"Your leader Zhai Liao has been beheaded by our army. Those who know the current situation should put down their weapons as early as possible and surrender to our army."

"Our army always treats prisoners preferentially, and its strength is far superior to that of the Ding Ling clan. Why don't you abandon the dark side and surrender to our army earlier?"

He Wuji was worried on the sidelines. Although Ji Nu said that he was not good at rhetoric, He Wuji never expected that he was not so good at it.

This kind of expression is too dry.

Can this really incite enemy soldiers?

It's better for him to come!

However, if He Wuji wanted to go back on his word, he had no chance, because the stage was already firmly occupied by Liu Yu.

The tiger-like eyes shot straight from top to bottom, facing the rising sun and the fiery morning glow.

"General Liu, if we surrender, can you really spare us our lives?"

A young voice emerged from the crowd. Liu Yu immediately received the message. When he lowered his head, he saw a young general wearing a hood and half of the armor on his body was damaged.

OK!

This is the scale effect, this is the power of example.

Liu Yu needs exactly this kind of person.

"This is natural. The commander-in-chief of our army, King Langya, has always been generous and benevolent. If you don't believe it, after you surrender in the future, you can ask the Qiang people and even the Di people who have surrendered to our army a few days ago. How about our army?"

We have always treated them equally, and weapons and armor have always been distributed in the same way, without any distinction."

weapon?

weapon!

At the mention of these two words, the Ding Ling people gathered under the city tower suddenly became excited.

"General Liu, can we also get the weapon with the iron pipe?"

"yes!"

"And the fireball."

"Of course!"

"Everyone has a share!" Liu Yu solemnly announced on the tower of Yongzhou City.

"Is there such a good thing?"

"That fireball is really powerful!"

"I think the iron pipe weapon is pretty good, I really want to get one and try it myself!"

Among the crowd, various discussions about firearms occurred one after another. The discussions among the Ding Ling people were so intense and enthusiastic that their true inner thoughts seemed to no longer need to be doubted.

If you want firearms, don't you have to follow the Jin Dynasty?

Liu Yu didn't expect that his small promise, an inadvertent word, would become a magic weapon that would determine the fate of the world.

Nothing is more attractive to soldiers than advanced weapons. Although soldiers in the late Jin Dynasty were still very different from modern soldiers, they would still be enthusiastic about powerful weapons, especially those with fatal lethality.

In this era, all the real soldiers in the army who can go into battle are men, and men are naturally attracted to weapons.
Chapter completed!