As the court battle continued, Zhao Kuo was not sure how long he could hold on.
However, Zhao Kuo still gritted his teeth and persisted.
"Bang!" Another fierce fight!
Even an iron man couldn't withstand such frequent and rapid blows. Zhao Kuo really wanted the executioners to be merciful, even if it was just slower! But Zhao Kuo couldn't, because when he opened his mouth, blood spurted out, followed by a groan.
Although, it is human nature to moan even after suffering such a severe injury.
But Zhao Kuo didn't allow himself to do this, because from the first battle, Zhao Kuo knew that his plan to sacrifice flesh had risen to a plan to create gods. A groan, even one, is an admission of defeat to King Zhao and a bow to fate. As long as he gets through it, as long as he gets through it, no one in the Zhao Kingdom can be higher than himself, even if he stands on the high palace city.
Turning his head slightly, the palace city was still shining brightly in the sunlight. And above the palace building, a man in rich clothes seemed to be staring at the square in front of the palace.
Zhao Kuo knew that King Zhao was waiting to see his joke, and even Lou Chang and the people of Qin were waiting for a groan from him;
Zhao Kuo knew even more: more people were praying silently in their hearts and supporting him.
A devilish voice kept echoing in Zhao Kuo's ears: "Shout out! It doesn't matter, you are not an iron man, no one will care. Just shout out, it doesn't count as giving up!"
However, Zhao Kuo can't!
There is a saying that will bring disaster if you say it! Once he shouts, or even utters a word, Zhao Kuo's great figure will be more than three inches shorter. Perhaps the people and ministers will still sympathize with him, but they will no longer look up to him and blindly follow him. Because they will find that Zhao Kuo is just a "person".
And precisely what Zhao Kuo's plan needs most is the trust of everyone in the Zhao Kingdom, trust to the point of blind obedience.
However, the huge pain in his side had consumed too much of Zhao Kuo's energy. Under the scorching sun, Zhao Kuo's head was already a little dizzy. When he straightened his head a little, Zhao Kuo focused all his remaining energy on resisting the temptation to open his mouth.
"My fate is up to me, not to God." Zhao Kuo repeated in his heart over and over again.
"Bang, bang, bang..." The execution continued, the skin and flesh had been beaten to pieces, and the circle next to the beaten area was bruised purple, bleeding, and the skin was torn.
The Zhao ministers on the side stopped and remained silent. There was some sympathy in this silence, but more sadness, anger, and something that even they themselves didn't feel - wonder!
The promised punishment cannot reach the doctor!
It was said that the great contribution was made to Zhao!
Is this the end? !
One stick after another, the stick hit Zhao Kuo mercilessly on the back. It hit the fragile nerves of the ministers who were being tortured outside the palace. It also hit the people kneeling in the square outside the palace. Falling into the hearts of common people!
"General!" The people's shouts were filled with tears, and in the empty square, people were already kneeling all over the place. The cry that should have been directed at Zhao Kuo was completely transferred to the people. More sad and more distant.
In the distance, more civilians were coming after hearing the news.
The heroes of the State of Zhao are enduring humiliation and punishment, the people of the State of Zhao are kneeling and moaning, the civil and military personnel of the State of Zhao are bowing their heads in silence, only the high-hanging sun and King Zhao on the palace wall, Shine together.
Gradually, the crying sounds gradually weakened. Everyone seemed to finally realize that Zhao Kuo had not said a word from beginning to end. What kind of patience does it take to remain silent despite such heavy trauma? What kind of "man of God" is he who can silently swallow such injustice and injustice?
This is the hero in their hearts, the great hero and hero who can save the world and turn the tide!
There was a strange silence in the huge square, and even the breathing of everyone could hardly be heard. Apart from the "bang, bang" sound of the water and fire sticks colliding with the meat, only Zhao Kuo's heavy breathing filled everyone present. eardrum.
Between the rhythmic "bang, bang" sound, the flesh and blood have become blurred
. And all the anger of King Zhao finally disappeared under the severe punishment. However, the fear, fear and anger of the ministers were aroused in the difficult breathing, and the anger of the people of Zhao was even more intense. The bloody reality is getting more intense!
As if a century had passed, these twenty damn battles were finally fought. Zhao Kuo, lying on the wooden bench, seemed to be dying and crumbling. The entire back was in tatters, and the skin and flesh separated from the tissue were mixed with the tattered flesh and blood, and then re-coagulated under the action of platelets.
"The execution is over!" The eunuch's high-pitched voice came again, but it sounded extremely beautiful to everyone's ears.
Lord Pingyuan and a group of ministers rushed directly to Zhao Kuo, pushed aside the soldiers who were kneeling aside after the execution, and carefully helped Zhao Kuo up from the wooden stool who was about to fall to the ground.
Drops of blood flowed out from the wound, and then stained the expensive brocade clothes of the ministers, but they didn't care at all.
He had already prepared a good medicine for gold sores that was worth gold. He sprinkled it on Zhao Kuo's back for free. If one bottle was not enough, he would use two bottles. If two bottles were not enough, he would use three bottles.
It's just a pain for the injured Zhao Kuo. No matter how good the medicine is, it is still medicine. How can you spread it like this? Why should you spread it with cumin noodles? When a large area of wound is sprayed with medicine on a large area, the sour feeling is no different from that of a court battle.
Swallowing the blood in his mouth, he finally stretched out his hand to stop the hands spraying medicine around him.
Then, under the leadership of Lord Pingyuan, a group of ministers carefully laid Zhao Kuo down on the soft platform that had been equipped, with his back facing the sky. Several younger and stronger ministers volunteered and lifted the soft platform, flying like He ran towards Zhao's house.
What change of hands? It is impossible to change hands. In such a situation where you are seeking qualifications, expressing your position, and gaining reputation, do you want me to let go and replace you? Which bear cookie are you? Of course, the respect for General Zhao Kuo comes from the bottom of his heart. Being able to carry a couch for the general is worth a thousand dollars!
The ministers here almost started fighting in order to carry a couch for Zhao Kuo. Fortunately, Lord Pingyuan came forward in time and no joke was caused. But over there, seeing the execution completed, the crowd of people were about to attack directly. Fortunately, the remaining sanity and the bright halberds of the guards warned them not to act rashly!
Finally, several young and strong ministers slowly carried Zhao Kuo out, and the crowd of people surrounding the square also automatically gave way to a passage.
In the long and narrow passage, the common people could finally see the general they longed for up close...
