Butcher Wang has been killing pigs for half his life, and this is his first time killing people today.
He looked at the burly Kaiyuan soldier in front of him, and his spirit collapsed. He suddenly dropped the knife, collapsed on the ground, and cried loudly.
Song Yingsheng, who witnessed this scene, waved his hand and gritted his teeth and said:
"Indulging rebels is the same crime as rebellion! Kill them!"
Master Song's personal soldier immediately raised his saber and pointed it at Wang Er, who was half kneeling. He stabbed Wang Er's lower abdomen with the saber.
Two other soldiers stepped forward and dragged the butcher towards the river.
The soldier held the bloody human head and pointed at the butcher nearest him with a waist knife also stained with human blood:
"You, cut it quickly!"
The butcher held the knife and walked tremblingly to Mr. Zhang.
"Master Jun... Master Jun... please bear with me..."
Mr. Zhang spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm into the butcher's face.
"Hurry up! Damn your ancestor!"
The butcher held the knife and started to cut from the outward wound on the head of the Kaiyuan guard, cutting downwards like peeling an orange.
He peeled it off very carefully, cutting along the top of the head to the prisoner's cheek. The bluish-white tooth sockets are exposed, and there are ridges of flesh under the neck...
There were screams all around.
Half an hour later, Mr. Zhang was left with only his intestines still moving.
The people watching were frightened by the bloody scene in front of them. Wendeng's people were simple and simple, and it was a small place. No prisoners would be executed by Lingchi in three to five years.
All the women in the crowd fell to their knees and cried loudly.
Some bold men opened their mouths and stared blankly at the skeleton on the high platform.
Song Yingsheng took the tea cup and took a serious sip of tea.
Master Song glanced at the entire audience. When the people saw him, they seemed to have seen a ghost. Everyone took two steps back in fear.
Song Yingsheng nodded with satisfaction, called his soldiers to come forward, and began to execute Jin Yuji.
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With his back hunched and his tall and burly body huddled among a group of fishermen watching the show, he tried hard to make himself less noticeable.
When the people called Song Yingsheng Lord Qingtian, he raised his hands. When the people retreated, he also retreated.
He told himself that he did not exist, that he was a shadow.
He does not exist, but that guard has always existed. He worked in the Chinese Army Guards. He remembered his appearance but forgot his name.
Now, the guards become skeletons.
He also changed his appearance.
He was wearing a bamboo hat and a ragged coir raincoat, and there was a fishy smell in the seams between his bones.
In terms of sight and smell, he was no different from the Wendeng fishermen in front of him.
Three days ago, he put on this outfit after being rescued at the beach.
Taking advantage of the cover of the crowd, he carefully moved forward until he was only fifty steps away from the traitor under the umbrella.
At this distance, he was sure to hit the opponent with his bow and arrow, but it was a pity that the short crossbow and fire musket were not with him now.
Perhaps, they had followed his brother's body and drifted back to Liaodong with the current.
"If you get closer, within ten steps, you can kill him with a knife."
The brothers of Qi Jiajun died in Hunhe, and Marquis Pingliao summoned the surviving ones into the Chinese Guards.
He stared intently at the familiar supervisor under the umbrella, like a hunting tiger, hunched over, waiting for a full blow.
He suddenly remembered that General Zhang, who was imprisoned on the high platform, was one of the surviving Zhejiang soldiers and his brother Pao Ze.
Without reinforcements or companions, this was an assassination operation with no chance of winning.
Although there are thousands of people, I will go.
He tightened his grip on the knife.
After three cannon blasts, a Wendeng official stepped forward, pointed at Jin Yuji who was waiting for execution, and shouted loudly:
"The prisoner is Jin Yuji. She assassinated a court official, colluded with Kaiyuan to rebel, and collaborated with the rebels. Lu Lingchi was responsible for the execution of the official Song Zhizhou of Anle Prefecture, Liaodong."
To the east of the school ground, five or six disgraced beggars were clamoring to get close to the execution ground to watch the execution, in case the Japanese army waved wooden sticks to drive them away.
"Bold! Song Zhizhou punishes rebels. Those who dare to make noise and disrupt will be guilty of the same crime as rebels!"
The beggars, however, refused to give in and insisted on stepping forward.
"Give me some of the human flesh you cut off. I haven't been able to get food for several days. It's better to be killed than to starve to death!"
As the stalemate continued, a group of people selling medicine and guns to the west of the execution ground also shouted to come in.
Yang Qilong waved to his servant, who immediately stepped forward and shouted:
"Where did you come from? You are so ignorant! Do you want to die?!"
A handsome man came out of the group of medicine sellers and shouted loudly:
"You government bastard, country bumpkin! You are a toad in a well! We brothers traveled all over the country, killing people even in Beijing, and the government also let people see it. In the small Wendeng County, killing a weak woman is bigger than even the capital! Disperse quickly. Open, dig open the heart, liver and lungs, and we will pay a big price to buy them to make medicine introduction!"
Yang Qilong's servant was furious. He picked up the scabbard and hit the man. Unexpectedly, before he could take action, there was a clicking sound. The arm holding the knife was broken somehow, causing him to fall to the ground and roll around in pain.
Seeing that something was not going well, Song Yingsheng, surrounded by his own soldiers, shouted loudly: "People from the Kaiyuan Intelligence Bureau have come in, be careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a few Taoist priests walking from the south of the execution ground, also clamoring to come in.
The first Taoist priest waved his fly whisk with a peaceful face:
"I am Zhang Sifeng, a Taoist priest from Mount Laoshan. I am traveling to Dengzhou with my disciples. As a monk, I cannot take care of the chores of the world. I passed by here today and saw you killing a weak woman like this and then killing her child. It will be seventy-seven forty-nine days after the death of this mother and daughter. He will definitely become a fierce ghost and harm the world. He is a compassionate man and has come to save the souls of the dead. How dare you stop us? Get out of the way!"
The servant said angrily: "Go away! If you don't leave, I will save you first!"
At this time, a group of merchants came from the north of the execution ground, pushing three wheelbarrows. The carts were wrapped in black cloth, so it was difficult to see what kind of goods they were.
The servant shouted: "Don't come near, stay back!"
The leader, a merchant with a Shaanxi accent, stepped forward, took out some money from his pocket, and openly wanted to bribe the servant in front of thousands of people:
"Master Jun, our merchants have to hurry. You are stuck here and can't get through. It's too late. You guys have to sleep in the wild tonight. If you are kind and considerate, please let me wait."
The servant looked at the large ingot of silver in the merchant's hand, swallowed his saliva, and decisively refused:
"Get away! Do I look like someone who knows how to collect cash?! The Kaiyuan traitor will be executed today, how can I let you go? You have to go on a journey and go by another way."
The Shaanxi guest smiled and put away his money:
"That's what the military master said. We are from Sanyuan. If we don't recognize the bird road here, where should we go? We just take this main road."
Where is the servant willing to let go?
Song Yingsheng shouted angrily, pointed at his servants and soldiers and cursed:
"What are you doing in a daze? Drive them all away. Those who won't leave will be killed on the spot! If you mistakenly punish the rebels, the imperial court will punish you!"
Song Yingsheng and others had already set up a dragnet at the execution ground, laid out men in ambush, and waited for the escaped Kaiyuan soldiers to come back and throw themselves into the trap.
At that moment, a group of Japanese soldiers gathered around the execution ground, pointing their swords at the people outside.
Song Yingsheng pointed at the butcher in front who was still sharpening his knife and shouted loudly:
"Execute immediately and chop off her head!"
It was too late, but it was too late. All sides of the school took action together.
I saw the Laoshan Taoist priest suddenly take out the cymbals and gongs used to save the dead from his arms, jump on the carriage, and start banging on the ground.
The original group of merchants took out the conch horn, raised their necks and started blowing it.
The low trumpet sound instantly resounded over the campus.
"The cymbals and gongs of the Kaiyuan Army!"
Song Yingsheng and Zeng Qixiao exclaimed at the same time.
Many of the people around had seen Kaiyuan's army fighting to pacify the Wenxiang Cult, and they immediately remembered that this was Kaiyuan's order to attack.
The three cars were ignited by the fire, making crackling explosions, and then more than a dozen flames rose into the sky and flew towards the supervisor under the umbrella cover.
The crowd suddenly became chaotic, with the people shouting and pushing the Japanese troops around to maintain order. Thousands of people rushed to escape.
The servants and soldiers tried their best to suppress him, but they couldn't stop him.
A tiger-shaped man, who looked like a black tower, threw the bamboo hat on his head into the air, took out two big hammers that looked like heads from his arms, and danced like a tiger.
He roared loudly, but like a thunderbolt, he rushed out from a group of fishermen and went straight to kill the officer.
"I am Lin Yu, a warrior under the command of Marquis Ping Liao. Kaiyuan's 100,000 troops are here. You and Wendeng soldiers and civilians, if you want to survive, get out of my way!"
