Fan Dongmo looked at Yang Feng in shock...

"Madman, madman!"

Then he angrily scolded.

"Ha, I like these two titles, I'm not crazy and useless.

If that's the case, let's go crazy. Brothers, hang the Master of Bingbei and hang it on the tree, hanging it high, so that his noble Wenqu Star can be closer to the sky."

Yang Feng shouted.

Several soldiers who were closest immediately came over with laughter.

In the angrily struggle of Master Bingbeidao, they dragged him directly under the tree, tied his limbs behind him, put them into the middle with a thick hemp rope, and then threw the rope head on the branch. Several people shouted horns and pulled the rope head down hard. The poor Master Bingbeidao rose slowly in the cold wind at night, and soon reached the air about one and a half meters away from the ground, facing the blue sky and facing the earth. The wind blew the official robe flying, and there was a sense of beauty that the clothes were fluttering and wanted to ride the wind.

Yang Feng walked to him with a glass of wine and smiled.

"Master Bingbei, how do you feel?"

He poked Fan Dongmo with his finger and said.

"You thief!"

Fan Dongmo immediately spun around under his poking and couldn't help but curse in grief and anger.

"It seems that it feels pretty good!"

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

Then he continued to poke Fan Bingbei while drinking, and Fan Bingbei continued to rotate round after round under his poking...

"You thief, what do you want to do? I am the deputy envoy of the fourth-rank Censor. How can you let you be humiliated like this? I will not release you quickly. I can guarantee that I will not blame you for the past, otherwise I will conquer your house..."

The spinning Fan Dongmo continued to roar in anger.

"Luckily, I am the only one in my family."

Yang Feng said with a smile.

At this time, several soldiers also saw that it was fun, and they came over with wicked smiles and began to poke Fan Bingbei. Yang Feng stopped doing it himself, but just held the wine glass and watched them turn around.

The hemp rope was tied to the tree, and because of their continuous rotation, they even accumulated a lot of strength and began to resist this rotation, but the soldiers were still spinning. The poor Fan Bingbei was still stubborn at first, but he soon began to speak softly. After all, his identity should have not been hung up so far. But this was useless. The soldiers around him were still gathering there with enthusiasm, and happily turned the Bingbei Dao Master.

The hemp rope was gradually twisted to the limit during rotation.

Yang Feng suddenly grabbed Fan Bingbei.

The soldiers quickly moved out of the way.

"Master Soldiers, I actually want to ask you a small question. I really want to know why Wang Bao massacred these soldiers.

It's no big deal to owe salary.

These brothers also said that since General Qi left, both in China and in the North Korea, it has been rare for them to pay timely and sufficient amounts. Whether it is military pay, food, clothing, or even pensions, or military merit rewards, they are all due. Even if they are paid, they will only pay part of the payment. In short, they will not get the benefits. They have gathered like this before and have been clamoring for it.

It's not just them, either.

The same is true for other armies, and they will gather to make noises and ask for help.

It's not even just Jizhen.

This is true in all the towns in the Jiubian of our Ming Dynasty.

If you want, give it some, make a fuss, give it some, don’t just stop making a fuss.

Officials also know how to deal with it.

But General Wang used this method to directly massacre. This would definitely not be the instructor of the court. If the court did this, who would still fight the court in the future?

So why is this?

He, a new general transferred from Shaanxi, wouldn't he have a grudge against these brothers, right?"

Yang Feng asked, grabbing Fan Bingbei who could no longer stop spinning himself.

The soldiers were indeed puzzled by this problem.

Deducting military pay and arrears of military pay are all the basic operations of the Ming army. Soldiers gathering and asking for money are also basic operations. In recent years, things like Ji Town have been happening several times, and other towns are commonplace. The final result is nothing more than just distributing part of the money and punishing the leader for causing trouble, but it is impossible to pay in full. Even the soldiers did not expect to come out. Their own goal is to give as much as possible through gathering and noise...

It's like a migrant worker asking for wages.

Even the officers and soldiers have already had a tacit understanding on this kind of thing.

Everyone who is an official understands how to solve the problem.

However, General Wang's method of using a knife to deal with the situation by using massacres was not only confused, but also in a sense it also broke the rules. How could a general understand how to deal with it like this? Who will join the army after doing this?

"Sir Yang, how did Fan know that General Wang is there, why don't you ask him?"

Fan Dongmo begged.

"oh!"

Yang Feng smiled.

Then he let go of his hand.

The hemp rope that had almost reached its limit suddenly had no obstacles and immediately released the accumulated power. Then he saw the unlucky Fan Bingbei screaming below, like a twitching top, starting to rotate at high speed in the air. At the same time, his screaming was like a girl who was forcibly stuffed into the pilot training wheel, and it kept spinning at high speed.

The soldiers around were burst into laughter.

Yang Feng looked at the hemp rope above him, almost releasing his strength, and then reached out to grab him.

The moment Fan Bingbei stopped, he started vomiting wildly...

"Master Bingbei, can you answer my question now?"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

Then he looked at Wang Bao on the other side.

Wang Bao was so scared that he hurriedly shrank into the black shadow, with only two eyes staring at Fan Dongmo.

"I, I, I really don't know."

The latter said weakly.

General Wang felt relieved.

"Brothers, are there any thicker ropes?"

Yang Feng looked at the soldiers and said.

"Brother Yang, can the brown cables used on the ship be carried out?"

An officer asked, looking at the frozen sailboat by the Luan River not far away.

"Okay, it's better to dip it in water."

Yang Feng said.

The officer immediately ran to the sailboat with a look of excitement. Soon they came back with a bundle of brown cables dipped in water, quickly putting him down in Fan Bingbei's horrified gaze, and then replaced the hemp rope with limited power accumulation ability to a brown cable with a thick arm.

"Brothers, then serve the soldiers and masters."

Yang Feng shouted.

The soldiers who had been impatient for a long time rushed forward happily, pushing Fan Bingbei in the air one by one, and began to rotate again...

"What are you going to do? Let me go quickly. I am the military man. You can't treat me like this. Yang, Yang Zhuangshi, I really don't know..."

Fan Bingbei howled.

Yang Feng held the wine glass and looked at the brown cable above his head with a smile.

The brown cable is quickly tightened to its limit.

The soldiers below even needed some effort to get Fan Bingbei to take another turn.

"Okay, please invite Mr. Bingbei to enjoy the feeling of flying."

Yang Feng said.
Chapter completed!