Zhao Bing followed Ni Liang's instructions and saw a house in the northeast covered with smoke, which deviated a lot from his predictions. He had to wonder if the family had dinner early or had a fire. But the facts made Zhao Bing quickly admit his mistake. The smoke over there was getting bigger and bigger, but there was no flame. It only means that he secretly turned a corner in front. Although it was wrong, fortunately, within the large area he designated at the target position.

The smoke pillar was a signal of attack. Several observation posts pointed the signal flag at the place where the smoke rose. Zhao Bing looked at the chaos on the street. The soldiers who were waiting for the slump and the soldiers patrolling the street rushed towards the target. The people who were not sure that the soldiers were going to put out the fire with "brave acts"! But when he saw this, he was relieved. So many people were going to catch people, and even one punch could smash Shi Si into a meat pie. The rest was waiting.

"Your Majesty, my subordinates captured Shi Si and the following fifty-two people, killed 16 people, seized a batch of property, and came to submit the decree!" Before lunch time, Zhao Mengjin had already returned to report the victory.

"Okay!" Zhao Bing shouted OK, walked to the window and looked down, and saw several rows of people kneeling in the small square in front of the hall, all of whom were trembling with fear.

"Your Majesty's clever idea. After the smoke rose, the troops quickly surrounded the house. When their subordinates rushed in, they had not yet reacted, and they were carrying buckets to find where to catch fire!" Zhao Mengjin said with a smile.

"Has an assassin appeared there?" Zhao Bing also smiled and asked with a look of distortion.

"Your Majesty, there should be no one. Except for the old and young Pu family, there is only a team of private soldiers who come forward to protect their master and escape, but they are all cut to death by the scattered blades. In addition, some servants and others have been scared to their legs and have not encountered particularly fierce resistance. If you don't want your subordinates to go to interrogate and then give them a reward?" Zhao Mengjin shook his head and said.

"Hmph, why are you trying this kind of person?" Zhao Bing snorted coldly and shouted, "Bring him up, break his hands and feet, and then Ming Zhengdian's punishment, exposing his body for three days!"

"Your Majesty, this..." Zhao Mengjin hesitated for a moment, and seemed to want to persuade him again.

"Aren't you the descendant of Taizu or a royal family? This guy harmed my descendants of the Zhao family, interrupted their hands and feet one by one and then killed them. It's my fault for living this kind of scum for a moment!" Zhao Bing pointed at Zhao Mengjin and said angrily.

"Your Majesty, how dare I forget that I am the descendant of Taizu, and I never dare to forget that the Pu family slaughtered my royal family. I will go out and kill him now!" Zhao Mengjin suddenly thought that the Pu family was not only a traitor of the Song Dynasty, but also an enemy of the Zhao family. No wonder Your Majesty was so angry, and he was so indifferent to the descendants of the Zhao family. Of course, Your Majesty was unhappy.

"This is the demeanor of my descendants of the Zhao family. Those who dare to kill my relatives must pay their blood debts and blood! " Zhao Bing nodded and said.

"Amitabha, Your Majesty's words are in line with my appetite, so I will ask them to repay blood with blood!" At this time, Yuan Miao also walked over with red eyes and said.

"Okay, Wang De set up a sacrifice in the courtyard. I want to pay homage to all the dead clans with his heart!" Zhao Bing said sadly after giving instructions, "I have been searching in the city, but I have not found a clan relative, so I will accompany you to sacrifice to you!"

"As for Your Majesty's orders!" Zhao Mengjin and Yuan Miao looked at each other and said. At this moment, they were quite sad. Since moving south, Quanzhou's outer sect is the largest, with a population of thousands. Today, they have to be a monk who has become a monk and a relative of a remote sect to accompany them to sacrifice. But they feel comforted in their hearts. At least the little emperor has not forgotten their royal families, and will avenge them even if they die...

There was such a big disturbance in the city, so why didn't Ying Jieyan know that he hurried back quickly. Wen Tianxiang and Gao Yingsong also came to submit their orders after the executions. The other officials who followed him also heard that His Majesty was going to sacrifice to the deceased sons in the city, and they all came one after another. For a moment, the Pu Mansion was very lively. It was originally a family sacrifice, but because of the arrival of the ministers, Zhao Bing had to make the show bigger. Thinking that this was not harmful to establishing his prestige, so he agreed.

Now it is no longer as difficult as finding a person who writes tablets when he was in Jiazi Town, let alone those who understand the rituals of sacrifice. As soon as the old men discussed that the emperor's personal sacrifice was not possible, at least they had to choose auspicious time, write a sacrificial essay, build an altar, and prepare some decent sacrifices. But this kind of thing seemed a bit hasty, and some things were not ready, especially if they couldn't pick a good time, they reported to His Majesty to change it to tomorrow.

Zhao Bing frowned and reluctantly agreed, and issued an order for Wen Tianxiang to preside over the rituals and arrange all the affairs. Since the scale was too large, he ordered all the scholars who died that day and the officers and soldiers who died for the king, and they could worship them together. But he was still not very happy. How could so many people at the scene beat people with sticks and stab people with knives!

Zhao Bing hates the Pu family so much. If he killed so many royal relatives, he would think it would be nonsense. Think about a modern person who traveled through time. Although there is a saying that people of the same surname were family five hundred years ago, the age he came from was more than 700 years ago. Even if some blood relationships are diluted to tens of thousands, let alone knowing them, I have never even met each other.

But Zhao Bing did not kill the Pu family and then quickly. It should be because of the previous life's anger and youth's thoughts, to deal with the current situation and to express his position. However, more of the reason is that if he had just arrived in this era, if it weren't for the Ni family's father and son and many brave men fighting to protect each other, he would have almost killed him. The soldiers who protected the soldiers, the righteous and brave men who were accompanying him on the way to escape were still vivid in my mind, and they still often woke him up from his dreams. For nothing else, they would have to kill them all for these martyrs and completely drive them out of their dreams!

"Come here, I will bring you to me!" After dinner, I became familiar with the etiquette of tomorrow's festival. It was already dark. Zhao Bing became more and more frustrated to the guards on duty.

"You remnants of the Southern Dynasty, you dare to tie up your grandfather. Let me go quickly. You can still ask for love for you in front of the Khan and spare your life!" Before the person could come in, he heard the screams and scoldings of Shi Si.

"I'm not sure of my crime when I die!" Although there are not many people who die in Zhao Bing's hands, it's really a bit terrible to ask him to take a knife with his own hands, so he naturally needs to find two helpers. Zhao Mengjin and Yuan Miao are naturally the most appropriate candidates. Hearing Shi Si's scolding, Zhao Mengjin stepped forward and slapped him, which made him bleeding from his mouth and nose.

"Haha, don't slap in the face!" Zhao Bing quickly stopped him.

"Your Majesty, why is this?" Zhao Mengjin, who was about to fight again, stopped and asked in confusion.

"I beat this dog's face to pieces. I am afraid that the murdered clans will not recognize them. I blame me for taking revenge without them!" Zhao Bing said with a smile.

"Amitabha, such a wicked man, he is going to the Avici Hell, suffers all torture, and becomes a pig or a dog in the next life!" Yuan Miaoxuan yelled the Buddha's name.

"Bah, I'm so sorry that I couldn't kill you all the remnants that night, otherwise I wouldn't let you make noise here!" Shi Si, who was tied up, tried hard to raise his head and spit out blood foam, and said with contempt.

"Okay, like a man, but I don't know if your bones are really that hard!" Zhao Bing didn't think so, and left his seat with a smile and walked towards Shi Si.

"Little thief, if you want to kill, you will kill, if you want to cut it, grandpa frowned and is not a hero!" Shi Si looked at the little emperor who was walking towards him with a malicious smile and shouted loudly.

"Haha, I really think I am a character after praising you!" Zhao Bing turned around Shi Si twice and said with a smile on his face.

"Little thief, what are you going to do?" A child who was less than his chest was spinning around him. He was not anxious when facing his anger, but instead smiled, making him even more unsure.

"What are you doing? You have the nerve to ask, don't you know what you did to the Quanzhou royal family back then?" Zhao Bing stood two steps away from him and asked with his face raised.

"Grandpa broke their limbs one by one, and then cut their throats like killing chickens and ducks, cut off their heads, and it was so pleasant to watch them crying and begging for mercy!" Shi Si shouted with a grin. If it weren't for the two guards holding them down, they would have pounced on them and bite people.

"Oh, you really know how to play, is that right?" Zhao Bing said with a calm expression, but suddenly snatched the golden bones holding the guard standing beside him, raised his hands and slammed Shi Si's shoulder.

When Zhao Bing was a child in his previous life, he admired the storytelling most. For example, Li Yuanba of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, Yue Yun in Yue was all heroes. The weapons they used were drum-beating gold hammers, eight-edged purple gold hammers, and eight-edged plum blossom bright silver hammers, ripe copper gua hammers, iron-rolled oil hammers, etc. They were all used by the strongest generals, weighing hundreds of kilograms. Think about how much strength it would be to play with hundreds of kilograms of iron blocks like basketballs. Later, when they became older, they realized that it was basically a fairy tale for adults. No one except people could do it, but they still felt that it was very majestic and fantasized that there might be someone in ancient times.

When he arrived here, Zhao Bing realized how ridiculous he was back then. The hammer in TV series and comic strips was fantasized. In fact, in ancient times, that thing was not called a hammer at all, but a "guduo", which was a long stick with a garlic or thorny head larger than an adult's fist, made of iron or firm wood. It was used as a torture stick after the Tang Dynasty, and was used as a ceremonial guard after the Song Dynasty.

Among the imperial guards, there are special bone straight bones, and they are holding this thing, but the head is made of cooked copper and is gold-plated on the outside, commonly known as golden gourd, weighing about six or seven kilograms, and the wooden handles at the bottom are willow trees, about three feet long, like sticks. Zhao Bing has practiced martial arts for so long, and his strength has grown. If he really couldn't swing it two years ago, it's okay to spend some effort now.

‘Crack!’ The shoulder of Shi Si immediately collapsed, and the clavicle was broken when he heard the sound.

"Ah... you dare!" Shi Si didn't expect the little emperor to beat someone by himself, and he couldn't help but scream in the severe pain.

"Tsk tsk, I just smashed it and howled. This is not like a hero doing!" Zhao Bing leaned on the golden gourd hammer and looked up at Shi Si, whose face was twisted in pain, and said sarcastically.

"Little thief, you are ruthless!" As soon as Zhao Bing said, Shi Si stopped screaming and gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Haha, why don't you shout? That's much better than you scolded!" Zhao Bing jokingly picked up the golden gourd and pulled down Shi Si's feet.

"Ah...ah... Grandpa is just itchy, the little thief is so slutty!" Everyone says that his fingers are connected to the heart, and his toes are connected to the heart! Although Shi Si is not barefoot, he is only wearing a pair of silk-faced boots. After he goes down, his toes are not broken and his bones are cracked. He wants to jump to his feet in pain, but the two guards behind him hold it tightly, shook his heels and sucked in a few breaths of cold air and said with a smile, and his face is covered with sweat.

"Okay, I will serve you again!" Zhao Bing said as he lifted the golden gourd and put it on his other foot.

"Ah... Come again, it's so comfortable!" Shi Si couldn't help but howl and shouted with gritted teeth, but his mouth was hard but he couldn't stand and his body fell down.

"Save it!" Zhao Bing waved his hand and asked the two guards to let go. Shi Si immediately lay on the ground, but his mouth was still unclean.

"Puff, puff, don't move, smash your head, but it's not fun!" Zhao Bing spitted into his palm, rubbed his hands again, then picked up the golden gourd hammer and raised it to look at Shi Si's other shoulder and said.

"You little thief, you dare to kill grandpa!" Shi Si shouted in a trembling voice, his body constantly squirming and avoiding the golden gourd hammer hanging over his head. He couldn't help but worry that the child could not hold on to his head and hit him.

‘Click!’

"ah……"

‘Click!’

"Ah...ah"...

"Let you not move around, it hurts!" Zhao Bing refers to hitting the ground, and the golden gourd hammer is aimed at the most vulnerable and painful places, and it makes Shi Si roll all over the ground, causing pain and no longer being tough. He is tired and panting, and he says gloating with a hammer.

"Little thief, you have the ability to kill grandpa. Otherwise, when the army attacks into the city, I will remove your bones and cramp your hands!" Shi Si took advantage of Zhao Bing's breathing and breathed a sigh of relief and said ruthlessly.

"Ye, yo, I have to remove my bones with my own hands, so I will break your claws first!" Although the golden gourd hammer was good at hitting people, it was still too long and too heavy for him. Zhao Bing asked the guards to cut off the long handle and untie Shi Si's rope. At this time, his feet and collarbone on both sides were broken, making it difficult to sit up, let alone resist. After the hammer handle was cut off, he made his palms that were supporting the ground break, and his bones broke and tendons broke.

"Ah!" Shi Si was so painful that he only let out a few howls in his short parts and fainted.
Chapter completed!