Liu Qing rode closer and saw such a strange scene, so he slowed down slightly, but he was still on guard to prevent them from suddenly charging towards them.

When he got closer and stopped his horse, he realized that he had been overly worried. He originally thought that the Yellow Turbans saw that their charge was too powerful, so they chose to give up resistance. Now it seems that they have no resistance at all.

There are no more than a hundred people with horses, and no more than a few hundred people with fighting ability. Most of them are old, weak, women and children.

Liu Qing quickly made a judgment that this was not a Yellow Turban Army, but a group of violent refugees.

After the Yellow Turban Uprising, the grassroots governance system was almost destroyed wherever it went. Officials either fled or were killed, leaving no one to govern, no one to arrest theft, and the lower classes fought against each other. The vast area became a wasteland where the weak and the strong preyed on each other.

Instead of being silenced and destroyed, they gather together to suppress others, so bandits form groups, bandits form groups, and refugees also walk in groups, just like a swarm of locusts. Wherever they go, they rob and eat wherever they go.

Hundreds of people can still resist, but if there are thousands, how can they stop it.

Therefore, the disaster of the Yellow Turbans is far from as simple as the hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops.

Another troublesome problem was placed in front of Liu Qing. If it were the imperial army, it might be very simple to deal with it - a great victory at Fanyang, killing eight thousand enemies.

Zhao Yun led his cavalry and stopped beside Liu Qing. He looked at Liu Qing and waited for orders.

"Are you Peng Hu?" Liu Qing asked, looking at the man wrapped in red robe.

"The common people are Peng Hu." Peng Hu raised his head and looked at Liu Qing, "The common people are holding the people here, killing and looting all the way, doing all kinds of evil. These civilians are all under my control. Now I meet the general and he has no way out. Please kill him, general."

I am committed to rectifying the Dharma!"

Liu Qing was a little surprised. As expected, there were all kinds of birds in the forest, and some even asked for death. It was difficult for him to understand with his modern thinking. People in the Han Dynasty valued loyalty, filial piety, etiquette and justice more than life. Those who sacrificed their lives for these integrity

Don't know how many.

"Where are you from?"

"I am from Pingyuan County, which was governed by Wei Yangqiu, the former Sili school." Peng Hu said.

A very strange answer, Pingyuan County is just Pingyuan County, why should Sili Xiaowei Yangqiu be transferred to Weiyangqiu in advance?

Does he know that Yang Qiu arrested and killed Wang Fu's family? Is he being kind to me in disguise?

impossible!

"Why are you raising Yang Qiu?" Liu Qing asked directly.

"When Duke Yang governed the plains, he punished corruption severely and made the plains peaceful. Everyone knew the law and feared it. I, Peng Hu, also understood it. Those who kill people will die, but I am not afraid of death!"

It turns out that this is the case, I am afraid that I have met a fan of Yang Qiu, and that Yang Qiu is the number one fan of Shen Buhai, a model of the Legalist school of martial arts. His rule of law is almost harsh and harsh. After Wang Fu's family was arrested by him, he

He personally went to the prison and was tortured. He was subjected to the five major tortures. He was beaten to death and his body was put on display at the city gate with a sign: Thief Wang Fu.

The methods are simply extremely cruel and very pleasing to the eye!

Zhu Ling also arrived, stopped his horse, held his sword tightly, and stared at him angrily.

Even if he rushed forward and chopped Peng Hu on the spot, Liu Qing would not be surprised.

"Wenbo, this is not the Yellow Turban Army, but a group of refugees," Liu Qing said.

"Even if he is a refugee, he is causing harm to the village. He kills innocent people indiscriminately. His crime is unpardonable, Peng Hu! Why did you kill my father!" Zhu Ling scolded angrily.

Peng Hu looked at the young man in front of him and had no impression. He had killed many people along the way. How could he know who was whose father and who was whose son?

"Peng Hu knows that he is full of evil. Now that he knows that I killed your father, he can cut off my head." Peng Hu wanted to die. He didn't care at all whose hands he died.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ling immediately dismounted, walked towards Peng Hu, and drew his sword.

"What else do you have to say!" Zhu Ling put his sword on Peng Hu's shoulder and asked coldly.

Peng Hu did not look at Zhu Ling, but looked at Liu Qing, "If possible, please die by law!"

Peng Hu's last wish was to be executed according to the law, rather than die in revenge. What is this? The concept of the rule of law?

Peng Hu and Zhu Ling both looked at Liu Qing, and even Zhao Yun looked at Liu Qing.

Liu Qing suddenly raised the Chixiao sword in his hand, "This is the sword of Emperor Gaozu. When Emperor Gaozu entered Xianyang in the past, he made a three-chapter agreement with the people. Among them, the murderer died. Although Peng Hu was a bandit, I respect him for his courage.

You can kill him with Gaozu's sword to demonstrate his method, but since I promise you first, I will avenge you for killing your father, so the right to choose belongs to you!"

Liu Qing's first priority was, of course, his own credibility and the gambling agreement with Zhu Ling.

At the same time, Liu Qing also thought that Zhu Ling was very public-spirited. He killed people for public justice and killed him personally for revenge. Liu Qing also wanted to see what he would choose.

After all, this kind of test is not like Yuan Benzhu, it is testing him with good things.

Zhu Ling looked back and immediately made a choice, with sonorous words: "The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable. I want to kill this thief myself!"

Zhu Ling raised his sword high, hovering in mid-air, and tried to cut it down many times, but there seemed to be a force pulling him.

He hesitated.

Killing is for the public good, killing oneself for revenge is private.

Zhu Ling gritted his teeth and slashed the sword down hard!

A strand of hair fell to the ground. Zhu Ling stood between the sword and the ground, knelt in front of the sword, and cried out: "My father, I have no talent and no courage, so I cannot kill a thief with my bare hands!"

Then he looked at Liu Qing with red eyes and said word by word: "General, please bring this thief to justice and seek justice for my father!"

Liu Qing got off his horse and stepped forward, showing the Red Sky Sword to everyone, "I am a descendant of the great ancestor, the great-great-grandson of Emperor Suzong Xiaozhang, the nephew of Emperor Huan, and the son of Liu Kui, King of Bohai. This is the sword of the great ancestor, the Red Sky Sword!"

As soon as Liu Qing made it clear that he was a Miao descendant of the great ancestor, Zhao Yun led all the cavalry to dismount, kneel on one knee and face Liu Qing.

The refugees who were originally kneeling fell to the ground.

"Although there is no court today, in the name of Gao Zujian, I declare you guilty of murder and beheaded!"

Peng Hu was speechless, just closed his eyes, and even if he died, he would rest in peace.

The sword rises, the sword falls, and the head falls to the ground.

System: The Lord killed [Peng Hu]

Income: Force 0.54, current force 83.64

Zhu Ling was originally kneeling with his sword, but when he saw Peng Hu's head fall to the ground, he immediately used his knees to make a move, and knelt to Liu Qing, "Zhu Ling is not talented, but thanks to the general's kindness, he can avenge his father, and because of the general's great wisdom,

Forget my stupidity, Zhu Ling is willing to follow the general to uphold justice!"

It’s understandable that I want to avenge my father, but why are you praising me for my intelligence? Intelligence is still my shortcoming.

Liu Qing stepped forward and helped Zhu Ling up, "Everyone get up! You all get up too!"

The cavalry all stood up, but the refugees still knelt still.

"I also admire the public-spirited nature of the scholar. With his talents as a scholar, he will definitely make great achievements in the future!" Liu Qing replied.

"Lord, from today onwards I will accompany you to conquer the Yellow Turbans!" Zhu Ling said, and the two of them walked towards Liu Qing's mount.

"Lord, get on the horse!" Zhu Ling led Liu Qing's war horse to Liu Qing and held the stirrup for him.
Chapter completed!