Facing the Khan's ruling, although the audience was a little regretful, they still accepted it.
"What kind of habit is this?" Zhu Wenkui was curious.
"Sain Khan is Batu." Guo Kang said: "This word means mercy, and it is the honorific title given to him by his subordinates."
"Batu captured some Russian princes. According to tradition, the nobles must be treated with dignity and not bleed when they die. So Batu stuffed them under the floor of the tent, and then everyone held a banquet in the tent. Wait. After the banquet is over, all the Russian people will become two-dimensional."
"Two, two what?" Zhu Wenkui asked strangely.
"It means crushed." Guo Kang said.
"How much thought did the Mongols put into inventing a bloodless execution method?" Little Jeanne complained: "Why do you feel like you can come up with new tricks every day..."
"I don't know." Guo Kang said that he didn't understand either: "But as long as you achieve the goal, it will be fine."
"It's better to give them a happy life." Little Jeanne shook her head and said, "I don't know how this can be considered merciful."
"Whether you are kind or not is a matter of comparison." Guo Kang pointed out: "Compared with these lords in Eastern Europe, it is too easy to be kind."
Several other people heard their conversation and turned to listen curiously. Guo Kang then explained.
"When the Mongols first went south, they looted, burned and killed as before. As a result, they encountered fierce resistance in the Jin Kingdom and it was almost difficult to gain a foothold. Later, Muhuali was appointed as the 'King' and overturned the previous policy. He began to pacify various places, recruit Han officials, and gather refugees to work in the fields." He told everyone: "But even so, there are still people who can't stand the tyranny of the Mongols and are resolutely resisting. Some Uighurs and Party members even went to the Southern Song Dynasty to try to take advantage of it. help against the Mongols."
"The places where the Mongols killed the most were in Central and West Asia. But there, there was no such obvious resistance. On the contrary, when Prince Zalandin of Khorezm fought against the Mongols, the local lord even wanted to Luring the Mongols to destroy him."
"We get along well with the locals in Syria. Because the Tianfang community there has a tradition of alliance with the God-worshipping princes. This habit first started when they formed a coalition to defend the Khorezm people "Yes." Guo Kang shrugged: "Think about it, what a psychological shadow this is."
"Is this such an exaggeration?" Zhu Wenkui said in surprise: "I thought there would be chaos in the Central Plains in one or two hundred years. It was already tragic enough."
"You should say that the people of the Central Plains were able to enjoy a period of large-scale peace for one or two hundred years between these two chaos." Guo Kang shook his head: "Look at us, the wars and killings never stop. "
"Well, that's right..." Zhu Wenkui and little Jeanne looked at each other.
"The lack of authority in European countries is the reason for the chaos." Princess Jeanne suddenly interjected and commented: "When the Capetian family ruled, the country was always peaceful and the country's strength developed rapidly. Later, the family died out and the new king The authority of the country was insufficient, and it gradually fell into chaos from then on, and finally turned into the current war situation. I wonder if we can refer to the experience of the Seris people to restore order to the country."
"The last time the Mediterranean world was comparable to the Central Plains, it was the era of 'Pax Romana'." Guo Kang said without hesitation: "Instead of expecting a strong king, it is better to follow our Rome and restore order in the Mediterranean world."
"No matter how hard a divided kingdom works, there is a limit. Only a unified Mediterranean can truly allow everyone to live a good life. This is the goal that those with ambitions should pursue."
"Your goal is really far away." Little Jeanne muttered.
"If it's not far away, what's the point of the target?" Guo Kang disagreed.
Little Jeanne wanted to refute, but then turned back to ask her mother for help. But at this time, in the center of the square, the Polish nobles seemed to have made their choice. Someone cursed and asked to be the first to go.
Makris smiled, pointed to the stage, and invited him to come up. The soldiers untied the Pole and allowed him to enter the ring.
"What is this person excited about?" Zhu Wenkui asked curiously.
"I don't know. Anyway, they are very excited every day." Guo Kang shook his head.
As soon as the Polish nobles came on stage, they rushed towards Makris. He is not small and looks like he has practiced fighting all year round.
"Goliath!" The Pole finally shouted something Guo Kang could understand. He grabbed Makris's arm viciously and stretched out his legs to pin him down.
However, Makris suddenly turned around, took the other person's arm, and pulled him sideways, destroying his balance. The Polish nobles struggled to grab hold of him, trying to pull him down too. Makris turned around suddenly and pushed him to the floor with all his strength.
The Polish nobleman struggled mightily, but Makris was clearly very skilled. He pulled the other person's arm back with one hand, held down his upper arm with the other hand, and used the force of his fall to push his knee against the other person's waist.
"Ha--" Makris roared and pushed back.
The Polish nobleman leaned back suddenly, his back bent at an abnormal angle. Makris let go and let him fall to the floor. Then he made the sign of the cross, stood up, and raised his hands to signal to the audience.
"Okay -!" Everyone cheered loudly.
"Did he fall to death?" Zhu Wenkui didn't understand yet.
"The spine is broken." Guo Kang told him: "This is also one of the bloodless execution methods."
"That man still thinks he is David." said little Jeanne.
"Hey, they, it's good if they don't think they are Brother Tian." Guo Kang disagreed.
Several servants in black robes stepped forward and touched the Polish noble's skin with hot irons. After testing it several times and finding no response, they took the body away and put it aside.
"Second!" John Khan shouted.
Makris didn't seem to care about the wheel battle, he just moved his hands and feet again and waited in the ring. When the second Polish nobleman came on stage, he bowed to him calmly.
However, the Pole was equally excited. He didn't return the favor, but took this opportunity to rush forward and punch him.
Without dodge, Marcus stretched out his hand and grabbed his arm. With a twist of his back, he actually pulled the man up. The other hand also grabbed the opponent's waist, turned his body sideways and backwards, and slammed the Pole's head down on the floor.
Makris rolled half a circle and stood up, but the Pole remained motionless - the force just now was too strong, and the weight of the two people plus Makris' force directly broke his neck.
This time, the servants did not even test, lifting the limbs of the Polish nobleman and walking off the ring. The corpse's head drooped directly, allowing the examination to be omitted.
Makris made the sign of the cross again, asked the person next to him for a glass of water, sat by the ring, and drank.
"Marris! Makris! Makris!" the audience shouted in unison excitedly.
"Why does this Polish person feel so weak?" Zhu Wenkui was a little surprised.
"When fighting one-on-one, the difference in height and weight is the decisive factor." Guo Kang said: "And Makris is a two-time champion and the best wrestler in Rome. Just grab a Pole, and of course it will end very well. quick."
"And having said that, these Poles are not strong to begin with. Those who are really strong either break out and run away, or they resist and are killed, and generally they will not be caught here."
Zhu Wenkui thought for a while and nodded.
The envoys from various countries also watched with great interest. The heroine Jeanna even ran to the front, but was scolded by Zhu Wenkui several times before going back. Guo Kang looked at Princess Ma specifically, wondering if she could bear such an exciting scene. But she didn't seem to have any problem, she just didn't shout and cheer, she was still watching the ceremony.
He thought about it and felt that he should worry more. I have seen many big scenes. This kind of activity is probably nothing.
Just as he was thinking about it, John Khan took advantage of the cheers to subside and shouted again: "Next!"
The soldiers untied the third Polish nobleman and asked him to join the ring. The Pole was obviously panicked. He walked forward in small steps and looked around.
Makris stood up from the edge of the ring and waited for him to come. The audience booed and mocked the timid guy. The soldiers also laughed and did not push or urge him.
However, the Polish nobleman walked halfway, suddenly turned around, shouted and rushed in the direction of John Khan.
Several soldiers immediately chased him, and there was chaos on the field. But John was unmoved, turned around, turned his head to avoid the Pole's outstretched hand, and punched him in the face.
The Polish nobleman's movements were delayed for a moment, and John mercilessly kicked him away. The Pole hurriedly got up from the ground. John followed up with two steps, dodged his side kick, and kicked him over with another kick.
The Pole was still trying to get up, but John had already come behind him, picked him up and threw him to the ring. While he was busy supporting the table with both hands, he grabbed his neck from behind.
The Polish nobleman began to kick his legs and move his arms in an unorganized manner, but John held him firmly from behind, making him completely unable to move. Makris and the soldiers all stopped nearby and waited quietly.
After a while, the Polish nobleman's struggle became weaker and weaker, and finally he stopped moving at all.
John threw the body aside, and the servants came again with the iron to test it. Makris took the lead in shouting "John! John!" and the soldiers lifted him up.
"John! John!" the audience also shouted excitedly.
When everyone put him down, John discovered that the exquisite robe had a slit on the side. It seemed that the thread had been broken due to too much movement.
He hesitated, then simply took off his robe, wearing only his shirt, jumped onto the wooden platform, greeted the soldiers, and seemed ready to deal with the remaining two people himself.
However, at this time, Queen Anna pushed aside the crowd and strode out. She looked dissatisfied with John's decision and kept gesticulating.
Finally, John had no choice but to give in. She pulled him off the stage and put the robe back on.
There was a burst of laughter from the crowd. Makris returned to the stage and asked the remaining two Poles if they wanted to fight with him.
However, these two people were so frightened that they couldn't even say a word. Makris shrugged, turned to the crowd and shook his head.
"Then forget it, no more fighting." John shouted to everyone with some regret.
The soldiers nearby booed, hoping that Makris would perform twice more. But Makris told them that wrestling with those who have no ability to resist is of no value and is not worth watching. After everyone was persuaded by him, they tied up the remaining two people and threw them on the stage.
The leader of the servants blew his whistle, and more people came over carrying wooden planks. They formed a disk of about the same size and placed it on top.
"Okay, okay, let the unpleasant things go." John Khan clapped his hands and shouted to the audience: "Let's continue with the performance."
Following his order, a group of strong Greek men also walked onto the field.
They were naked from the waist down, wearing only a short apron. All of them have strong bodies and well-developed muscles, and they are specially rubbed with olive oil. Their muscles are strong and strong, as solid as statues from the classical era.
The strong men climbed onto the second platform, shouted in unison, and then began to punch, kick, and pose in unison. It turned out that there was going to be a martial arts performance.
Dozens of muscular men stepped on top of their heads and jumped from time to time. The two Polish nobles didn't even let out a few screams before being sent into the second dimension.
At the same time, the sacrificial ceremony also officially began.
Lama Wang arranged for his assistants to carry out the statues of God, Father and Brother from the hall.
"These people are guilty people stained with the blood of the Romans!" Lama Wang shouted at the top of his lungs: "Ask them if they are willing to atone for their sins!"
Dozens of prisoners were pushed and pushed by the soldiers to the huge cross. A priest asked them one by one if they wanted to say last prayers. But the dozens of Poles refused to accept it, calling him a heretic, and some even spat at him.
The priest didn't care, he just waved to Lama Wang on the stage and shook his head. Lama Wang waved his fly whisk at John.
"If you refuse to plead guilty, then use your blood to atone for your sins." John said solemnly.
The soldiers moved out of the way again to allow more carts to enter the square. Huge wooden crosses were erected on those cars. They tied the captives one by one to the cross.
Many Poles seemed not to have expected this method of execution, and they all panicked. Some have become incoherent, while others are still struggling. But the execution team didn't care. After tying them up, they took out spikes and hammers and nailed their hands and feet.
Soon, dozens of Polish prisoners were crucified.
This death is not quick. Together with hundreds of heads, they will be displayed in the square for a week as a consolation to the gods.
The soldiers cheered loudly, drowning out the wails of the tortured people. Lama Wang walked down the high platform and personally slaughtered three animals with his assistants to complete the last step of the ritual of offering sacrifices to the Heavenly Father.
(End of chapter)
