Huang Daya looked at the death row prisoners kneeling in a row with an expressionless face.
A female soldier brought a plate covered with red cloth. On it were two revolvers and a carton of yellow bullets.
Huang Daya picked up a pistol, swung it to the left, and threw out the bullet chamber. Then he picked up the bullets in the box and loaded Huang Chengcheng's bullets into the magazine one by one.
Hearing the crisp sound of reloading, the prisoners on death row were so frightened that they trembled all over and became as soft as mud.
Both guns were loaded, and Huang Daya walked to the far left, pointed the first death row prisoner from the back of his head, and pulled the trigger.
Bang! There was a crisp gunshot, and a ball of blood burst out from the back of the death row prisoner's head. The person trembled like a torn sack, and then fell to the ground. He twitched for a while and became motionless.
The other death row inmates immediately became commotion and tried to stand up to escape, but were quickly held down.
When Mo Zuo heard the gunfire, he instinctively trembled and then calmed down.
Bang! Bang! Bang!…….
Huang Daya took his time and came to the back of each person one by one, calmly picked up the pistol and shot them in the back of the head.
When a death row inmate is beaten to death, military police will immediately come over to check whether he is dead, and then the case will be dismissed.
The feeling of waiting was so uncomfortable that the death row inmates who didn't get their turn collapsed.
Mo Zui couldn't help but feel fear rising in his heart. At this moment, he realized that no matter how stubborn a person usually is, they will be afraid when they really wait for that moment to come.
Bang! Bang! Bang!…….
People nearby fell to the ground one by one and were dragged away by the military police.
Time passed very slowly, and this kind of waiting was very torturous. Mo Zhu was in a state of confusion, cursing Huang Da Ya in his mind to hurry up. Is this fucking human being able to endure?
Finally, familiar footsteps came, and Huang Daya shot down the death row prisoner next to the grinding table.
This was an arsonist, but he burned down the village's granary, which was nothing compared to the grinding table.
But now that food is in short supply, he burned down the granary because he was dissatisfied with the villagers and was sentenced to eating peanuts.
Huang Daya walked behind the grinding table and whispered: "Don't move. If you miss the target, you won't die for a while, and you will have to struggle for a long time, and you will still suffer."
Mo Zuo cursed angrily: "Hurry up! Stop whining."
Bang! There was a gunshot, a flower of blood appeared on the back of Mo Desi's head, and the man fell forward.
Mo Zui felt a sharp pain coming from the back of his head. Before losing consciousness, he cursed in his heart, didn't he say he couldn't feel the pain? Why the hell does it hurt so much? It hurts me to death.
Then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
Only at this moment did he realize that the near-experiences sung in the play and written in the books were all fake. This feeling was like a light going out, darkness, nothing, everything disappeared.
Huang Daya had no expression on his face and put away the revolver.
She turned to the gendarmerie captain Hou Xian and said: "The execution is completed and their cases have been closed. Bring the documents and let me sign them."
Huang Daya said, took the notebook from Hou Xian's hand and signed his name.
Hou Xian sighed, but he didn't expect that his wife had no extrajudicial tolerance. But speaking of it, this was also done by the regiment leader himself. If such a challenge to military law is not sanctioned, then the army will not be able to take it.
Two gendarmes came over and were about to drag the grinding table away. Suddenly one gendarme exclaimed: "The leader is not dead, he is still breathing and has a pulse."
Huang Daya was stunned, and immediately took out his own gun and prepared to refill it.
Zhao Ting stepped in front of her and said loudly: "The rules of the Ming Dynasty's law field are that no matter how serious a crime a prisoner commits, he will be punished with one knife. If he is not killed by one knife, the case is considered closed, and he cannot be knifed a second time.
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Huang Daya was stunned, Ming Dynasty did have this rule.
When beheading, just chop with one knife. Unlike later Qing dynasties, you chop until death.
The older the official, the blunter the blade he used, almost breaking his neck repeatedly. This is because the Qing emperor believed that high-ranking officials should know the law and abide by the law, and they would suffer more crimes than ordinary prisoners.
Supervisor Li Ningguo also came up and said: "Now that an accident has occurred, the execution cannot continue. Please ask Huang Tuanzuo for instructions from Madam and Master."
Gendarmerie captain Hou Xian also said: "This is the first time we have encountered this kind of shooting of a prisoner without dying. There is no precedent to follow. Therefore, we must stop the execution first and wait for the order from above."
Huang Daya looked at them, put his pistol back in his holster, and said, "Let the military doctor stop the bleeding and give him some life-saving treatment. I will send a telegram to my wife for instructions on how to deal with it."
After saying that, Huang Daya ran towards the telecommunications room.
Everyone hurriedly rushed forward and used first aid kits to press down the back of Mo Desi's head to stop the bleeding first.
Then everyone carried him to the operating room. The military doctor immediately asked the nurse to shave the hair on the back of his head, and then began to try to remove the bullet.
Lucian, the military medical captain, looked at the back of his head and took a breath of air.
He saw a deformed lead bullet stuck in the back of the grinder's head. He couldn't help but sigh, how hard Captain Zhang's head was, even the bullet could get stuck.
Lucian quickly used pliers and tools to pull out the bullet and stop the bleeding immediately. Then he asked the nurse to get a needle and thread to start suturing. The skull was not penetrated, it was just a flesh injury.
He fainted, probably mainly due to the concussion caused by the impact of the bullet.
Not long after the suturing was completed, Mo Table woke up.
After enduring the severe pain in the back of my head, the scene in front of me became clear.
He got up from the bed in confusion and looked at a room full of white coats, looking at him like a monster.
"Where am I..." Mo Desi's head was shaking slightly, which was caused by a concussion.
Just now he was waiting to eat peanuts, but suddenly his vision went dark and he was lying on the bed. He felt that there was no intermediate process, it seemed that he was shot forward and fell down, and then he was here.
There were footsteps outside the door, and Huang Daya walked in with a telegram from his wife.
He said to the grinding table: "Your skull is so hard that the bullet got stuck. You bitch, you are lucky. You were shot in the back of the head but you didn't die. Madam approved of the stabbing. But it won't happen next time. It won't happen next time."
Those who are killed will continue to be shot again until they are killed."
The group of officers behind him breathed a sigh of relief and just saved the man.
"However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped. My wife has asked the master for instructions. The master ordered that Zhang Fengxian be removed from all posts and expelled from the military system. He will not hold any position in the system for life. At the same time, the wife tore up Zhang Fengxian's contract. From now on.
, there is no such person as Zhang Fengxian in the Yang family."
Mo Zui felt sad for a while. He already had a sense of identity and deep feelings for the Yang family. He was not sad that his official position had been wiped out.
But driving him out of the Yang family made him feel uncomfortable for a while.
A feeling of being alone and helpless came over me.
"For the crime Zhang Fengxian committed, I decided to allocate a section of the Alxa Desert Highway to maintain the highway for ten years. After ten years, he would regain his freedom and find his own way out."
Huang Daya turned around and looked at the officers surrounding him. He continued: "My wife said that military law cannot be violated. Everyone is equal before military law. No one can be above military law. The Yang family does not apply to the Eight Councils and the like.
From now on, whoever wants to rely on merit and favor to try the law himself should consider whether his head is as hard as a table."
Everyone was shocked. Although Mo Zhuo was not dead, he followed the custom of the Ming Dynasty and dismissed the death penalty case.
But it was equivalent to ten years of exile. Still in a desert area, this punishment was not too light. Moreover, Madam also blocked the bag of the knife.
In the future, when encountering this situation, continue execution until it is completed.
