Under the sun, Zhao Kuo walked at the front of the team dressed in single clothes, followed by the civil and military ministers of Zhao State, and behind him were the palace guards who escorted Zhao Kuo. However, facing the pressure of the ministers, even He is a guard of the palace, so he can only stay behind. This large group of people did not look like they were being pressed to the execution ground, but more like Zhao Kuo leading the elites of Zhao State to the battlefield.
And on the "battlefield", a straight-shaped, relatively thick wooden bench has been fixed in the center of the road. The wooden stake should be withered and yellow, but it is not frizzy at all, and it has a faint ruddy luster in the sun. , obviously it has been soaked with blood and sweat for a long time, and even has some swelling.
Next to the straight wooden bench, several muscular men were standing aside, each holding a big stick as thick as his wrist. With such a powerful stick, the skin and flesh would be torn apart next to him.
Under the scorching sun, sweat trickled down the massive muscles. It was obvious that the executioners had been standing there for a long time. However, there was no trace of impatience on their faces. Several pairs of eyes looked in the direction of Tianlao, with a bit of hope and a bit of anxiety in their eyes.
After a while, noisy sounds finally came from the distance. Under the sun, Zhao Kuo, who was dressed in plain clothes, still stood tall and tall. Only Zhao Kuo's figure was seen in the distance, and several strong men who were executing the execution were already kneeling on the ground.
The person who was to be executed was kneeling down to worship the person who was going to be executed. This scene was a bit funny, but no one present felt any difference, which shows Zhao Kuo's power. However, at the palace gate, King Zhao was almost shattered with silver teeth when he saw this scene.
Fortunately, the skills of today's sticks have not yet reached the level of magic that will be achieved in later generations, let alone the situation where "the severity of the execution can be done according to one's heart". Even if the strong man who executed the execution had the intention to let it go lightly, under the personal supervision of King Zhao, There is no way to let go, Zhao Kuo's physical pain is still unavoidable.
Here Zhao Kuo slowly arrived at the square outside the palace gate. More and more people came there after hearing the news, almost blocking the square outside the palace gate one floor after another.
The shouts of "General!" were heard all the time.
Amidst shouts, Zhao Kuo finally came to the bench that had been stained with countless blood and human lives, and the soldiers responsible for the execution also stood up immediately.
"General, please take off your clothes." The soldiers on the side bowed and saluted Zhao Kuo.
It's not that the soldiers wanted to embarrass Zhao Kuo, on the contrary, the soldiers were thinking about Zhao Kuo. In court battles, the battle is not about the buttocks, but the back. If the clothes are not removed, the thin single clothes on the body will be completely destroyed if the battle continues. Immediately afterwards, the cloth will be entangled in the skin and flesh, and the subsequent application of medicine will be No matter whether it is a scab or not, you have to pick out the cloth one by one. The sour feeling is simply more uncomfortable than the battle itself.
Zhao Kuo was obviously a man who listened to others' advice and had enough to eat. He had just knelt down to greet his soldiers. He thought it would not be a embarrassment to him, so he took off his shirt as a matter of course.
A strong body appeared in front of everyone in an instant.
However, the fist-sized blood-red scab on the chest looked so ferocious and eye-catching on this perfect body.
That was the meritorious service achieved on the Changping battlefield, and it was also the testimony of Zhao Kuo's desperate fight and narrow escape. Now such a general with outstanding merits has to accept the imperial battle in front of his own country's palace for a fault that does not exist at all. How can the people understand and accept the punishment?
"General." The crowd shouted again, and many people even rushed to the checkpoint to rescue Zhao Kuo. Under the huge cheers, the towering palace walls also trembled. The civil and military personnel of the Zhao State who followed Zhao Kuo also sighed again and again.
Zhao Kuo seemed very calm about this.
"General, just bite this." The soldier just now handed over a folded silk cloth with both hands and explained briefly: "Just in case you bite your tongue."
Zhao Kuo looked at the white silk cloth, and then looked at the crowds of people around him. Is there any better time to show off? As long as he straightens up, Guan Yu, who has been playing chess since then, will be ranked behind him. It is obvious that Zhao Kuo cannot resist such temptation. What's more, with this kid's cleverness, would he really use brute force to accuse himself?
If you don’t pretend now, when will you wait? Shaking his head, he put the silk cloth
Pushing back, he smiled and said loudly: "It's just a royal battle, it's not worth mentioning."
The heroic feeling is beyond words! Then he lay down, grasped the corner of the stool, closed his eyes slightly, and quietly waited for his fate to come.
Zhao Kuo's calmness directly surprised the executioners, but it was immediately replaced by admiration. The general was indeed a "man of god".
I have to say that Zhao Kuo is still good at showing off. But obviously, Zhao Kuo has forgotten an old saying: Don't pretend to be cool, otherwise you will be struck by lightning.
Just now, what he was thinking about in his mind was the classic scene in countless TV series where the baggage was broken but the tofu was not broken after dozens of battles. It's a pity that he forgot that that was a unique skill that was only available to the government officials of the Ming and Qing Dynasties who had experienced countless generations of inheritance and improvement. Now it was the Warring States period, and the few people in front of him did not have this ability.
how to say? Qing palace drama is harmful to people!
"Execution!" The patient's shrill voice sounded across the square again.
One end of the water and fire stick as thick as an arm was held tightly in the hand, and the other end drew a semicircle in the air, and then fell hard, so fast that it even created a phantom in the air.
In the first battle, Zhao Kuo knew that he was wrong, so wrong.
With a sound of "Bang!", the rounded water and fire stick came into close contact with Zhao Kuo's back. Zhao Kuo, who was lying on the wooden bench, was almost knocked to death by this blow. Not only It was a pain in the skin and flesh. The spine on the back was almost broken, and the internal organs were almost shattered. At the same time, a deep purple bruise bloomed instantly.
"Bang!" Zhao Kuoshang had no time to adjust his breathing, and there was another blow. There was another bruise on his back instantly, and where the bruises overlapped, the skin and flesh had already opened;
"Bang!" Without waiting for Zhao Kuo to react, the third blow had already been struck. He was so close to the first stick that he was still alive. Under the overlapping force, his flesh and skin must have completely bloomed, because the burning feeling was already there. Rushing to the forehead in an instant. Zhao Kuo did not dare to neglect any more, he immediately held his breath and concentrated his energy, his energy dropped from his Dantian, and he tensed up his whole body to resist the fourth blow that was about to fall.
"Bang!" Just when Zhao Kuo tensed up his last nerve ending, the ruthless fourth blow had arrived.
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In less than ten battles, Zhao Kuo's back had been beaten to pieces and was bleeding! And Zhao Kuo really regretted not taking the silk cloth, because a mouthful of old blood had been stuck in his throat for a long time, all thanks to Zhao Kuo's pressure.
